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.

it is hopeful

Picture

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

no longer writing in the third person

kind of mythopoesis

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

the site i am dreaming

much more tactility

and the fake qualifier

hello reader,

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

was it worth it

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.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

but really the thing should be autonomous

so an active mazelike process