kind of mythopoesis
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
no longer writing in the third person
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i really havent
bro i read nothing in my life
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."