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

its good

much more tactility

propensity within someone

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.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

but i respect your search

no longer writing in the third person

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

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in a post. I want to be remembered

Style

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

kind of mythopoesis

send your tumblr

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

fw

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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.