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.

idk

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

so an active mazelike process

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

you have a beautiful account btw

Better Lift

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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

autonomy of learning

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

all that is to say

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

so the method has to be autonomous

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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