i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

lol yea

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

this will be about a slug

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

what do you think my name is

no longer writing in the third person

i was tempted to lie about my name

ahnaf abrar

not their contents

autonomy of learning

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.

i really havent

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

is this you as well

as in

It Will Get Lighter

i love it here

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.

the site i am dreaming

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

division of reality is straying away from it

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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