Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Can I see

i see a website

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

really i want the internet

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

...

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Thank you, Jack