isaac

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

the site i am dreaming

abrar?

so at the end

is this you as well

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

like magnets

Worse Lift

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

so an active mazelike process

so the method has to be autonomous

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

i understand

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Today I felt like starting

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

and the fake qualifier

like first name