"Put a blanket."


the site i am dreaming

Slug

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

I Write Goodbye Letter

2 (actually index). two is company

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

not their contents

lol

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

barren land

all that is to say

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i have read not even 1 book


yeah

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

division of reality is straying away from it

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

lol yea

Picture

magnetisation/form