Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
I am below everything.
the site i am dreaming
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
we can only engage in such a way
i really havent
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 love it here
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
wait what is that
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
hello reader,
i understand