the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

I am below everything.

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

13, H, grate

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

Thank you, Jack

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.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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

have you read

send your tumblr

Lift Analysis

which magnetises chains of pins

isaac newton

i love it here

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

isaac

much more tactility