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

Style

i see a website

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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.

hiding from the rain

really i want the internet

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

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Slug

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

the site i am dreaming