I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
so at the end
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
its performative
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
so the method has to be autonomous
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
magnetisation/form
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yeah
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
barren land
"Put a blanket."
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
we can only engage in such a way
much more tactility
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.