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

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.

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.

plato

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

sorry i am texting like a slav

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i see a website

It Will Get Lighter

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

have you read

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

its good

its good