We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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

Slug

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

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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

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

its performative

lol

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

your feed looks like my tumblr

you cannot feed someone truth

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i see a website