this will be about a slug

It Will Get Lighter

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

its performative

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Rain, starting


Style

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

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.


division of reality is straying away from it

so the method has to be autonomous

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.