There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

kind of mythopoesis

I am below everything.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

"Put a blanket."

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

currently

no longer writing in the third person

Better Lift

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Picture

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Slug

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i see a website

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away