so an active mazelike process

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i see a website

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

"Put a blanket."

Lift Analysis

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

autonomy of learning

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

isaac

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

plato

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

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.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

But seriously, thank you, Jack

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

plato