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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i see a website

was it worth it

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

wait what is that

its good

feel you

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

and the fake qualifier

so an active mazelike process

was it worth it

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

...

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

like first name

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

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

Slug