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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Today I felt like starting
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
we need to be deconstructing our identities
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
December 2025
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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.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
kind of mythopoesis
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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