I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

i understand

send your tumblr

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

idk

i have read not even 1 book

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

division of reality is straying away from it

that looks like my instagram account

yeah

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its good short few pages

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation