i really havent
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Today I felt like starting
Lift Analysis
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
really i want the internet
you cannot feed someone truth
not their contents
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
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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.
"Put a blanket."
have you read
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.