i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

it is hopeful

hiding from the rain

you cannot feed someone truth

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



okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

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

Style

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

yeah

It Will Get Lighter

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Lift Analysis

2 (actually index). two is company

send your tumblr

no i haven't really read anything

It Will Get Lighter

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

that looks like my instagram account

its good