This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i was tempted to lie about my name
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Better Lift
sorry i am texting like a slav
lol
the site i am dreaming
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
wait what is that
but really the thing should be autonomous
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
I am below everything.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them