The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

you have a beautiful account btw

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

its good

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

not their contents

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

whats your name?

all that is to say

no i haven't really read anything

Today I felt like starting

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

yeah

ion

hiding from the rain

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

is this you as well

sorry i am texting like a slav

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak