i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

and the fake qualifier

Rain, starting

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'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

brb i will read and reply sincerely

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

December 2025

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Style

this will be about a slug
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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

send link

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

...

I am below everything.