i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i see a website
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
kind of mythopoesis
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
whats your name?
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
yes
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.
Better Lift
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
its good
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."