"Put a blanket."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Thank you, Jack
what do you mean
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
have you read
ahnaf abrar
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
Lift Analysis
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
kind of mythopoesis
plato
sorry i am texting like a slav
magnetises a pin
like magnets
no like which do people call me
i want to do that too
but really the thing should be autonomous
whats your name?
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.
no i haven't really read anything