Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Today I felt like starting
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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 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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"Put a blanket."
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch