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isaac

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

"Put a blanket."

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I am below everything.

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Better Lift

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

whats your name?

Worse Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

what do you mean

not their contents

thank you

magnetises a pin

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i understand

lol

you have a beautiful account btw

magnetisation/form

so the method has to be autonomous

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

much more tactility