sorry i am texting like a slav
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
you have a beautiful account btw
"Put a blanket."
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
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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is this you as well
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
December 2025
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
but really the thing should be autonomous
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people