but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

feel you

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

so the method has to be autonomous

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

Slug

not their contents

its performative

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

Rain, starting

magnetisation/form

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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 haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

the site i am dreaming

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

you cannot feed someone truth

1

so an active mazelike process

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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