it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

brb i will read and reply sincerely

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you have a beautiful account btw

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

you cannot feed someone truth

its performative

kind of mythopoesis

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

really i want the internet

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Thank you, Jack

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

not their contents

division of reality is straying away from it

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

or never left

feel you

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

idk

that looks like my instagram account

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.