think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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 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
no like which do people call me
kind of mythopoesis
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.