The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
in a post. I want to be remembered
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
yes
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
I am below everything.
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
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
kind of mythopoesis