Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
really i want the internet
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
Thank you, Jack
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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 know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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.i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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hiding from the rain
autonomy of learning
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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.
but really the thing should be autonomous
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate