the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Today I felt like starting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

hiding from the rain

Lift Analysis

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

it is hopeful

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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.

send link

It Will Get Lighter

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

Better Lift

all that is to say

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

send your tumblr

as in

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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