hiding from the rain
Thank you, Jack
is everyoneback on tumblr now
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
is this you as well
i understand
god being the centre magnet
i love it here
yeah
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
which magnetises chains of pins
magnetises a pin
i was tempted to lie about my name
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
I am below everything.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
but really the thing should be autonomous
hello reader,
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
bro i read nothing in my life
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
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
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
what do you think my name is