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
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"Put a blanket."
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.
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
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
in a post. I want to be remembered
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
i see a website
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
I am below everything.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
really i want the internet
Thank you, Jack
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?