somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

send link

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

Worse Lift

no like which do people call me

or never left

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

plato

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

no i haven't really read anything

what do you mean

Better Lift

what do you think my name is

"Put a blanket."

i love it here

you cannot feed someone truth

its good short few pages

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

I am below everything.

sorry i am texting like a slav

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really i want the internet

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was it worth it

but i respect your search

ion

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.

i have read not even 1 book

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

all that is to say

your feed looks like my tumblr

yeah

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.