i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

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.

you have a beautiful account btw

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

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

Better Lift

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

have you read

i dont understand magnetisation

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

I am below everything.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

what do you mean

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Thank you, Jack