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
really i want the internet
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
no longer writing in the third person
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you