Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

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.

like first name

abrar?

all that is to say

i want to do that too

is this you as well

send your tumblr

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i have read not even 1 book

i dont understand magnetisation

and the fake qualifier

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

ion

Style

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

"Put a blanket."