The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
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
magnetisation/form
you have a beautiful account btw
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.propensity within someone
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
wait what is that
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