i see a website

It Will Get Lighter

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

no longer writing in the third person

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

it is hopeful

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Worse Lift

in a post. I want to be remembered

isaac

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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barren land

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class