okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

"Put a blanket."

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

really i want the internet

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

It Will Get Lighter

barren land

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Thank you, Jack

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

all that is to say

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

we can only engage in such a way

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

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.