"Put a blanket."
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
much more tactility
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
as in
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
Thank you, Jack
no longer writing in the third person
Lift Analysis