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.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Can I see

we need to be deconstructing our identities

It Will Get Lighter

send your tumblr

fw

i have read not even 1 book

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

lol yea

plato

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

13, H, grate

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

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is this you as well

its good

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Lift Analysis

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

i dont understand magnetisation

Rain, starting

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

isaac