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.

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

so an active mazelike process

its good

bro i read nothing in my life

and the fake qualifier

your feed looks like my tumblr

idk

plato

yeah

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

and the fake qualifier

whats your name?

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

much more tactility

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

was it worth it

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

It Will Get Lighter

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

propensity within someone

all that is to say

is everyoneback on tumblr now

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Better Lift