somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
lol
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
in a post. I want to be remembered
Thank you, Jack
Lift Analysis
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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
Can I see
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
so the method has to be autonomous
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
currently