hello reader,

much more tactility

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

Worse Lift

It Will Get Lighter

but i respect your search

Style

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

division of reality is straying away from it

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i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i was tempted to lie about my name

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.

feel you

like first name

so the method has to be autonomous

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.

Better Lift

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life