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.
I am below everything.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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
idk
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i dont understand magnetisation
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
so the method has to be autonomous
god being the centre magnet
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i was tempted to lie about my name
we need to be deconstructing our identities
which magnetises chains of pins
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos