We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.

idk

sorry i am texting like a slav

god being the centre magnet

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i love it here

Lift Analysis

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

whats your name?

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

barren land

as in

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

Rain, starting

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

like first name

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

and the fake qualifier

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

lol yea

Can I see

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

is this you as well

ion

yeah