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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Today I felt like starting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Can I see

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

but i respect your search

Rain, starting

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me. The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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

really i want the internet


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i see a website

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

was it worth it

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