the site i am dreaming

isaac

I am below everything.

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

much more tactility

magnetisation/form

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

propensity within someone

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.

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

you cannot feed someone truth

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

lol yea

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

currently

Thank you, Jack

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

as in