feel you
no longer writing in the third person
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
hiding from the rain
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Put a blanket."
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i see a website
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