Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

like magnets

and the fake qualifier

I am below everything.

i love it here

i was tempted to lie about my name

much more tactility

feel you

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

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

was it worth it

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

which magnetises chains of pins

its performative

thank you

i have read not even 1 book

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

plato

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

so an active mazelike process

or never left