The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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
hiding from the rain
you have a beautiful account btw
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
not their contents
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
so an active mazelike process
so the method has to be autonomous
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
no longer writing in the third person
all that is to say