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.
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.
whats your name?
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 am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
we need to be deconstructing our identities
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
its good
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
your feed looks like my tumblr
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
i really havent
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
lol
kind of mythopoesis
so an active mazelike process
what do you mean
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
so the method has to be autonomous
what do you think my name is
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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