Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I am below everything.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.



There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

Better Lift

Lift Analysis

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

wait what is that

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

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

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