whats your name?

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

the site i am dreaming

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

send link

all that is to say

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

propensity within someone

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.


and the fake qualifier

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Slug

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone truth

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


but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos


was it worth it

no longer writing in the third person

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.