yeah
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
kind of mythopoesis
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
what do you think my name is
i want to do that too
all that is to say
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
is everyoneback on tumblr now
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
Thank you, Jack
isaac