They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
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no longer writing in the third person
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.lol
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.
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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
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
its performative
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
autonomy of learning
what do you mean
and the fake qualifier
was it worth it
...
so at the end
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
its good
not their contents