"Put a blanket."
kind of mythopoesis
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
ion
your feed looks like my tumblr
not their contents
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
what do you mean
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
is this you as well
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.
whats your name?
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
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
autonomy of learning
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet