Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I am below everything.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

"Put a blanket."

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

i see a website

Lift Analysis

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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 really the thing should be autonomous

Worse Lift

in a post. I want to be remembered

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Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

which magnetises chains of pins

hiding from the rain