you have a beautiful account btw
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
no longer writing in the third person
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
really i want the internet
"Put a blanket."
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
so the method has to be autonomous
Better Lift
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
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation