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."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
no longer writing in the third person
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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Better Lift
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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
all that is to say
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
its performative