lol
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
but i respect your search
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
bro i read nothing in my life
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
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Can I see
abrar?
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
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.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
isaac newton
yes
isaac
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
so the method has to be autonomous
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
kind of mythopoesis
is everyoneback on tumblr now
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
whats your name?
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
that looks like my instagram account
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.