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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

I am below everything.

no longer writing in the third person

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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.

barren land

what do you mean

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

its good

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

like magnets

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

is this you as well

but really the thing should be autonomous

have you read

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

i love it here

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate