The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
plato
its good
no like which do people call me
is this you as well
we need to be deconstructing our identities
its good
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i was tempted to lie about my name
you cannot feed someone truth
which magnetises chains of pins
so the method has to be autonomous
plato
...
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
and the fake qualifier
sorry i am texting like a slav
wait what is that
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
isaac
not so on: yvf(wthw)
not their contents
god being the centre magnet
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
all that is to say
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation