They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Today I felt like starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

so an active mazelike process

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

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