Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Worse Lift

currently

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

your feed looks like my tumblr

barren land

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

i dont understand magnetisation

i have read not even 1 book

god being the centre magnet

its good

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

yes

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

fw

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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