I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
"Put a blanket."
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
really i want the internet
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
whats your name?
like magnets
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
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
its good
its good
no like which do people call me
what do you think my name is
we need to be deconstructing our identities
plato
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
idk
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