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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

hiding from the rain

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

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.

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

Today I felt like starting

you have a beautiful account btw

kind of mythopoesis

It's

dusk

it is hopeful

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59