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.

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

the site i am dreaming

sorry i am texting like a slav

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i love it here

its good short few pages

its performative

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i understand

no longer writing in the third person

we can only engage in such a way

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

autonomy of learning

whats your name?

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

not their contents

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

division of reality is straying away from it

what do you mean

which magnetises chains of pins

all that is to say

IWGD

but really the thing should be autonomous

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting