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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
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
lol
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Today I felt like starting
i understand
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
isaac newton
what do you mean
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
feel you
i really havent
so at the end
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
much more tactility
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
send your tumblr
i have read not even 1 book
barren land
its performative
i was tempted to lie about my name
or never left
no like which do people call me
sorry i am texting like a slav