Better Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It Will Get Lighter

i understand

have you read

its good short few pages

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

whats your name?

i love it here

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

that looks like my instagram account

yeah

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

what do you think my name is

ion

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

you cannot feed someone truth