its good

It Will Get Lighter

fw

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.

or never left

really i want the internet

It Will Get Lighter

all that is to say

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

lol

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.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

which magnetises chains of pins

as in

yeah

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

no i haven't really read anything

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

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