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
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
I am below everything.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
your feed looks like my tumblr
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
not their contents
magnetisation/form
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
that looks like my instagram account
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
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"