"Put a blanket."

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

yes

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

division of reality is straying away from it

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 struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i see a website

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

we can only engage in such a way

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

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