Rain, starting

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

its good

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

your feed looks like my tumblr

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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

i dont understand magnetisation

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

yeah

its good

all that is to say

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i have read not even 1 book

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

propensity within someone

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