After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

but i respect your search

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Rain, starting

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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."

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

It Will Get Lighter

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

you have a beautiful account btw

kind of mythopoesis

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I am below everything.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Can I see

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Thank you, Jack