the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

but i respect your search

you have a beautiful account btw

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"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."

Rain, starting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

as in

It Will Get Lighter

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