Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Better Lift
"Put a blanket."
currently
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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
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i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Lift Analysis
division of reality is straying away from it
as in
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books