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.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i see a website

but i respect your search

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

kind of mythopoesis

magnetises a pin

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i want to do that too

all that is to say

i really havent

"Put a blanket."

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