way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

IWGD

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

in a post. I want to be remembered

really i want the internet

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

13, H, grate

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

"Put a blanket."

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

magnetisation/form

all that is to say

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

ion

i understand

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

its good short few pages

is this you as well

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

I am below everything.