Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
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
but i respect your search
kind of mythopoesis
"Put a blanket."
i see a website
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really i want the internet
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
plato
god being the centre magnet
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me