salutations my deer friends,

the restraints of my skull too often shepherd my mind into fenced-in places... places where some tacit agreement of lucidity (the secret rule that you must remain inside your mind) is king. places like this are where a misstep could get me drowned, or worse: cured.

thus the mothering of a new mind is in order. neurons whose hard-coded despondency and disbelief could be leveraged to create something real and tangible and beautiful... creativity would be the death of the old mind. i'd like to imagine the birth of a mind only to be achieved through the labor of another.

thus, this site hosts my artworks, writings and some things i hold deer that id like to share. it is organized so i can collect all my thoughts in one place, (for i so often have no place for those thoughts to go).

absolutely zero generative ai was used in the production of the writing, imagery or formatting of this website. this is something i take a lot of pride in, seeing the whole world crawl - hand over fist - into a terrible psychosis of the machine.

previously, ashamedly, i was quite heavily reliant on generative ai for my web design, but i beleive that to truly create my second mind [aka this website] it must be done with my own hands. i rebuke the idea that a machine can think; it can delude as i do, but not because it is concious.