the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

was it worth it

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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.

ahnaf abrar

like magnets

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class


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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

no i haven't really read anything

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

this will be about a slug

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your feed looks like my tumblr

whats your name?

or never left

i have read not even 1 book

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

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

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

fw


its good

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Can I see

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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