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.

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Style

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thank you, Jack

yes

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

not their contents

yeah

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

division of reality is straying away from it

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

you have a beautiful account btw

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

Today I felt like starting

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

magnetisation/form

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Can I see