One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
really i want the internet
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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
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.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
its performative
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
no i haven't really read anything
Thank you, Jack
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them