I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Worse Lift

I am below everything.

Thank you, Jack

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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.

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

the site i am dreaming

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i was tempted to lie about my name

autonomy of learning

2 (actually index). two is company

which magnetises chains of pins

all that is to say

i dont understand magnetisation

its performative

plato

you cannot feed someone truth

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god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

division of reality is straying away from it

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

god being the centre magnet

Rain, starting

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

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