thank you
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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.
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
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.
Can I see
Lift Analysis
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
whats your name?
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
its good short few pages
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i see a website
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine