something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

no longer writing in the third person

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

I am below everything.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Worse Lift

Lift Analysis

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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was it worth it

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!