It Will Get Lighter

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

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.

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.

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

Today I felt like starting

you have a beautiful account btw

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Style

autonomy of learning

plato

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.

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

but really the thing should be autonomous

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

kind of mythopoesis

and the fake qualifier

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

no longer writing in the third person

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.