i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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?

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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hiding from the rain

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Rain, starting

I am below everything.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

you have a beautiful account btw

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Picture

yeah

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i want to do that too

13, H, grate

yeah

i dont understand magnetisation

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