It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

lol

as in

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i have read not even 1 book

plato

no like which do people call me

i was tempted to lie about my name

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

lol yea

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

and the fake qualifier

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

what do you think my name is

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

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.

Can I see

so at the end

you cannot feed someone truth

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

much more tactility