kind of mythopoesis

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

is this you as well

you cannot feed someone truth

isaac newton

idk

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

magnetisation/form

have you read

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.

no like which do people call me

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

not their contents

i dont understand magnetisation

its performative

feel you