in a post. I want to be remembered

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Can I see

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

currently

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

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

idk

lol yea

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

division of reality is straying away from it