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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Lift Analysis

I am below everything.

its good short few pages

i want to do that too

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

barren land

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Rain, starting

really i want the internet

which magnetises chains of pins

its good

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

...

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.

was it worth it

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

plato

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

not their contents

i really havent

wait what is that

and the fake qualifier