Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

yes

i see a website

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

so the method has to be autonomous

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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

what do you mean

send your tumblr

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

ahnaf abrar

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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