I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Today I felt like starting
as in
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.
really i want the internet
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
you cannot feed someone truth
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
I am below everything.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i see a website
in a post. I want to be remembered
magnetisation/form
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
so an active mazelike process
yes
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch