to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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.

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


i love it here

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

what do you mean

is this you as well

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

barren land

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

what do you think my name is

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Rain, starting

ahnaf abrar

all that is to say

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

your feed looks like my tumblr