We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

have you read

or never left

is this you as well

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i dont understand magnetisation

your feed looks like my tumblr

as in

so at the end

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 i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

lol yea

in a post. I want to be remembered

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i understand

plato

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.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

and the fake qualifier

division of reality is straying away from it

plato