plato
autonomy of learning
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
really i want the internet
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
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
isaac
that looks like my instagram account
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
whats your name?
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i was tempted to lie about my name
brb i will read and reply sincerely
so at the end
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
or never left
ion
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
have you read