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.

Thank you, Jack

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

the site i am dreaming

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

much more tactility

and the fake qualifier

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

so an active mazelike process

in a post. I want to be remembered

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

It's

dusk

Style

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

plato

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt