you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

yes

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

Slug

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

fw

so the method has to be autonomous

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

you cannot feed someone truth

yeah

autonomy of learning

your feed looks like my tumblr

what do you think my name is

idk

I Write Goodbye Letter

we need to be deconstructing our identities

plato

i love it here

we can only engage in such a way

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls