and the fake qualifier
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
hiding from the rain
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
no longer writing in the third person
it is hopeful
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.
you have a beautiful account btw
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Today I felt like starting
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i see a website
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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
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.
you cannot feed someone truth
thank you
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
i was tempted to lie about my name
like magnets
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i want to do that too
"Put a blanket."