It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.wait what is that
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
like magnets
whats your name?
i love it here
and the fake qualifier
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
what do you mean
no like which do people call me
we need to be deconstructing our identities
abrar?
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
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
sorry i am texting like a slav
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.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
so at the end
we can only engage in such a way
what do you think my name is
division of reality is straying away from it