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

"Put a blanket."

propensity within someone

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

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

fw

you cannot feed someone truth

have you read

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

its good

what do you mean

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.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

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.

plato

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

It Will Get Lighter

ion

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