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

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

propensity within someone

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

we can only engage in such a way

really i want the internet

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

kind of mythopoesis

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

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

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.

which magnetises chains of pins

what do you mean

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

idk

i really havent

no like which do people call me

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

ahnaf abrar

i was tempted to lie about my name

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

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

its good

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?