magnetisation/form
Lift Analysis
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Can I see
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
so at the end
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i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
that looks like my instagram account
and the fake qualifier
we can only engage in such a way
we need to be deconstructing our identities
no like which do people call me
not their contents
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
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
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
idk