I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I am below everything.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
currently
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox."I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
its performative
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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.
ahnaf abrar
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.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