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.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

we need to be deconstructing our identities

much more tactility

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 did until you asked which kind of gave it away

fw

or never left

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

what do you mean

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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.

send your tumblr

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i have read not even 1 book

Lift Analysis

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no i haven't really read anything

plato