a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

currently

Better Lift

Worse Lift

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

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

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

division of reality is straying away from it

It Will Get Lighter

but really the thing should be autonomous

not their contents

in a post. I want to be remembered

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

we can only engage in such a way

i see a website

hiding from the rain

Better Lift

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.

2 (actually index). two is company