a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

hiding from the rain

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Picture

currently

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

you have a beautiful account btw

Better Lift

so the method has to be autonomous

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

"Put a blanket."

Thank you, Jack

plato

send your tumblr

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

barren land

is everyoneback on tumblr now