"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

I am below everything.

13, H, grate

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

1

Thank you, Jack

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

but i respect your search

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

lol yea

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

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

isaac

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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

feel you

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

i dont understand magnetisation