Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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
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"Put a blanket."
It's
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Lift Analysis
kind of mythopoesis
Can I see
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i really havent
and the fake qualifier
its good
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
its performative
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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls