Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
in a post. I want to be remembered
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
no longer writing in the third person
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
I am below everything.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
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
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.