no like which do people call me
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i see a website
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
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
in a post. I want to be remembered
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.really i want the internet
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
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
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Can I see
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
I am below everything.
but really the thing should be autonomous