you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
propensity within someone
so an active mazelike process
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
December 2025
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
so at the end
your feed looks like my tumblr
I am below everything.
magnetises a pin
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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