in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

i see a website

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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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?

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.

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

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it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

it is hopeful

you have a beautiful account btw

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

no longer writing in the third person

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

but i respect your search

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you