i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

you have a beautiful account btw

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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.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people