was it worth it

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

propensity within someone

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

i really havent

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

Can I see

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

...

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.