Today I felt like starting

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FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

it is hopeful

Can I see

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

really i want the internet

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.