Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

but i respect your search

IWGD

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


as in

propensity within someone

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i want to do that too

i really havent

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

...


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

I Write Goodbye Letter

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

Picture

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

barren land

i love it here

have you read

it is hopeful

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging