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

Slug

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

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Can I see

really i want the internet

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

kind of mythopoesis

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Lift Analysis

13, H, grate

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

no longer writing in the third person

but i respect your search

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46