no longer writing in the third person
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.kind of mythopoesis
Thank you, Jack
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
but really the thing should be autonomous
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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 am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
Lift Analysis
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03