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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
kind of mythopoesis
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i see a website
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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
Better Lift
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Today I felt like starting