stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
so at the end
December 2025
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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
and the fake qualifier
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
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 haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
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
propensity within someone
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?
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Thank you, Jack
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.we can only engage in such a way
idk
its performative
that looks like my instagram account
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
not their contents