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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Rain, starting

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

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

13, H, grate

brb i will read and reply sincerely

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

much more tactility

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

propensity within someone

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

magnetises a pin

i understand

yeah

what do you think my name is