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

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

is this you as well

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

idk

much more tactility

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

abrar?

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

it is hopeful

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.

i have read not even 1 book

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IWGD

not so on: yvf(wthw)

or never left