Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
or never left
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
isaac
propensity within someone
not their contents
so at the end
so the method has to be autonomous
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
you cannot feed someone truth
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
i really havent