really i want the internet

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

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

its good

i understand

much more tactility

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

fw

I am below everything.

i dont understand magnetisation

so an active mazelike process

but i respect your search

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

ion

so at the end

magnetisation/form

brb i will read and reply sincerely

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

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

you cannot feed someone truth

sorry i am texting like a slav

"Put a blanket."