Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

what do you think my name is

abrar?

send link

division of reality is straying away from it

isaac newton

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

and the fake qualifier

magnetisation/form

we need to be deconstructing our identities

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

plato

wait what is that

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

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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

the site i am dreaming

barren land

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Lift Analysis

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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