to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Pimlico Rats

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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.

kind of mythopoesis

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

yes

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

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

Better Lift

we can only engage in such a way

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

and the fake qualifier

plato

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

so the method has to be autonomous

whats your name?

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

but i respect your search

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

send your tumblr

what do you think my name is

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.