hiding from the rain

i love it here


currently

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

1

that looks like my instagram account

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

2 (actually index). two is company

Lift Analysis

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

hello reader,

send link

and the fake qualifier

feel you

its good

autonomy of learning

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

like magnets

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

we can only engage in such a way

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books