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.

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

Better Lift

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

It Will Get Lighter

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

in a post. I want to be remembered

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

ahnaf abrar

Can I see

what do you think my name is

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

we can only engage in such a way