I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
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
Lift Analysis
or never left
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
autonomy of learning
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
send link
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
wait what is that
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
ahnaf abrar
its good
barren land
isaac
what do you mean
brb i will read and reply sincerely
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
feel you
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.