nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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13, H, grate

Better Lift

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

in a post. I want to be remembered

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Today I felt like starting

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

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

"Put a blanket."