way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of 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

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

kind of mythopoesis

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i see a website

idk

feel you

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

propensity within someone

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

so the method has to be autonomous

your feed looks like my tumblr

no longer writing in the third person

i have read not even 1 book


much more tactility