god being the centre magnet
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.
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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 am quite illiterate on producing technology
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
autonomy of learning