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.

sorry i am texting like a slav

lol yea

send your tumblr

plato

fw

i want to do that too

ion

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

no i haven't really read anything

division of reality is straying away from it

lol

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

magnetisation/form

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

ahnaf abrar

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

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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

but i respect your search

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.