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

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It Will Get Lighter

"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

13, H, grate

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Better Lift

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 know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

Rain, starting


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

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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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

so an active mazelike process

yes

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