One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17


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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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls


i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

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i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i really havent