barren land

the site i am dreaming

isaac newton

thank you

we need to be deconstructing our identities

wait what is that

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

It Will Get Lighter

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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

feel you

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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

whats your name?

division of reality is straying away from it

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

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