Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.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
so the method has to be autonomous
so at the end
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.
as in
we can only engage in such a way
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
propensity within someone
"Put a blanket."
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
not their contents
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Can I see