One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

i see a website

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

but i respect your search

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

I am below everything.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Style

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

isaac

magnetises a pin