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.
But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
that looks like my instagram account
have you read
we need to be deconstructing our identities
whats your name?
so the method has to be autonomous
you cannot feed someone truth
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
feel you
i want to do that too
all that is to say
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
hello reader,
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
no like which do people call me
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
we can only engage in such a way