They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
lol yea
hello reader,
like first name
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
kind of mythopoesis
December 2025
i really havent
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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
magnetises a pin
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
you have a beautiful account btw
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