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

you have a beautiful account btw

Can I see

really i want the internet

Thank you, Jack

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

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

But seriously, thank you, Jack

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i really havent

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

yes

December 2025

i see a website

"Put a blanket."

like first name

send link

what do you think my name is

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.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

its good

abrar?

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

plato

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.

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