Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
It's
dusk
in a
snowy forest and I'm
playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
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 longer writing in the third person
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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?
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my
silmarillion, my tempelos
but really the thing should be autonomous
