I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
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.kind of mythopoesis
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Can I see
feel you
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
so the method has to be autonomous
i dont understand magnetisation
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
you cannot feed someone truth