"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

Thank you, Jack

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

magnetises a pin

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

send your tumblr

what do you mean

as in

lol yea

which magnetises chains of pins

we can only engage in such a way

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

all that is to say

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.

or never left