and the fake qualifier

send your tumblr

the site i am dreaming

i have read not even 1 book

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

idk

not their contents

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

its performative

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

kind of mythopoesis

you cannot feed someone truth