It Will Get Lighter

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.

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i see a website

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

IWGD

but really the thing should be autonomous

Better Lift

Worse Lift

but i respect your search

It's

dusk

Lift Analysis

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.