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Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

so at the end

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

Rain, starting

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

kind of mythopoesis

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

you cannot feed someone truth

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

so an active mazelike process

magnetisation/form

but really the thing should be autonomous

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

much more tactility

yes

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

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.