i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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.

not their contents

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

hello reader,

no i haven't really read anything

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

lol

send your tumblr

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

lol yea

your feed looks like my tumblr

i have read not even 1 book

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

yeah

have you read

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time