something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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
plato
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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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