i was tempted to lie about my name

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

isaac newton

But seriously, thank you, Jack

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I Write Goodbye Letter

Lift Analysis

hello reader,

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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but really the thing should be autonomous

i really havent

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"Put a blanket."

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext