barren land

13, H, grate

I am below everything.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.


Rain, starting

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Worse Lift

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Lift Analysis

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

you cannot feed someone truth

plato

what do you think my name is

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

no like which do people call me

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


yeah

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

have you read

really i want the internet

what do you mean

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

yes


in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine