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 want to live the knowledge too live the content

fw

lol

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

or never left

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

that looks like my instagram account

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

is everyoneback on tumblr now

magnetises a pin

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

autonomy of learning

ahnaf abrar

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

all that is to say

thank you

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

was it worth it

we can only engage in such a way

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

i was tempted to lie about my name

send link

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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?

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

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

this will be about a slug