It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

Picture

but really the thing should be autonomous

it is hopeful

IWGD

kind of mythopoesis

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

currently

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Thank you, Jack

the site i am dreaming

was it worth it

Better Lift

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

really i want the internet


...

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?