i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.kind of mythopoesis
no longer writing in the third person
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
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.