Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
its performative
Thank you, Jack
I am below everything.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
in a post. I want to be remembered
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
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
magnetisation/form
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
currently
you cannot feed someone truth
but really the thing should be autonomous