okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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.

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

currently

IWGD

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Better Lift

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Lift Analysis

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch