sorry i am texting like a slav

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Better Lift

Can I see

Thank you, Jack

It Will Get Lighter

you have a beautiful account btw

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 am below everything.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

its performative

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

yeah

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

send your tumblr

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Picture

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i understand

no longer writing in the third person

that looks like my instagram account

magnetisation/form

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

ahnaf abrar

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

which magnetises chains of pins

its good

abrar?