It Will Get Lighter

I am below everything.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Better Lift

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

i see a website

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

isaac newton

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

which magnetises chains of pins

ion

no like which do people call me

sorry i am texting like a slav

thank you

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its good

so the method has to be autonomous

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting