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.
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
autonomy of learning
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
not their contents
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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
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
you have a beautiful account btw
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
you cannot feed someone truth
but really the thing should be autonomous
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
no longer writing in the third person
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
its good
hiding from the rain
wait what is that
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me