we need to be deconstructing our identities
we can only engage in such a way
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
but really the thing should be autonomous
yes
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
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Thank you, Jack
no i haven't really read anything
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
as in
no longer writing in the third person