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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Better Lift

Today I felt like starting

no longer writing in the third person

Thank you, Jack

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

Picture

so an active mazelike process

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 dont understand magnetisation

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

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

your feed looks like my tumblr

it is hopeful

i see a website

sorry i am texting like a slav