we can only engage in such a way

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

so at the end

It Will Get Lighter

sorry i am texting like a slav

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

its good

what do you mean

have you read

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Slug

this will be about a slug

I am below everything.

...

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

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.