Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

It Will Get Lighter

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

but i respect your search


but really the thing should be autonomous

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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.

magnetisation/form

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Can I see

you cannot feed someone truth

so at the end

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Rain, starting

really i want the internet

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.