We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
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
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
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
but really the thing should be autonomous
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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i am quite illiterate on producing technology
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Today I felt like starting
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
isaac
abrar?
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
propensity within someone
feel you
i understand
ahnaf abrar
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason