Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

wait what is that

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

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

i really havent

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

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

propensity within someone

bro i read nothing in my life

the site i am dreaming

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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

like magnets

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

your feed looks like my tumblr

Today I felt like starting

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

IWGD

It's

dusk