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

and the fake qualifier

so the method has to be autonomous

feel you

no like which do people call me

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

propensity within someone

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

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.

we can only engage in such a way

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

the site i am dreaming

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

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

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

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 want to do that too

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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