i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

hello reader,

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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ahnaf abrar

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

like first name

which magnetises chains of pins

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

thank you

or never left

kind of mythopoesis

is this you as well

it is hopeful

abrar?

barren land

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

no longer writing in the third person

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 got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

much more tactility

autonomy of learning