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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
no longer writing in the third person
in a post. I want to be remembered
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
as in
so the method has to be autonomous
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
not their contents
autonomy of learning
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
division of reality is straying away from it
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
but really the thing should be autonomous
propensity within someone