After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i have read not even 1 book

plato

all that is to say

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

IWGD

so at the end

idk

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.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

much more tactility

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

but really the thing should be autonomous

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

currently

so an active mazelike process

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

that looks like my instagram account

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

I am below everything.

have you read

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.