we can only engage in such a way
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.
send your tumblr
we need to be deconstructing our identities
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
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.
really i want the internet
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
much more tactility
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
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
it is hopeful
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
"Put a blanket."
so the method has to be autonomous
but i respect your search
and the fake qualifier
your feed looks like my tumblr
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."