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think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
ahnaf 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
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i have read not even 1 book
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.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
god being the centre magnet
kind of mythopoesis
like magnets
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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