nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

It's

dusk

Better Lift

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

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

kind of mythopoesis

no like which do people call me

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

is this you as well

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

i want to do that too

but i respect your search

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

plato

much more tactility

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged