a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

Rain, starting

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

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

division of reality is straying away from it

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

brb i will read and reply sincerely


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

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

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Thank you, Jack

i want to do that too

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books


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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

isaac

its good

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