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.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Today I felt like starting


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

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Picture

It Will Get Lighter

yes

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Style

13, H, grate

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

its good

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."