i was tempted to lie about my name
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Better Lift
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
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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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
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
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.