so at the end

so the method has to be autonomous

barren land

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

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

its performative

we can only engage in such a way

what do you mean

its good

whats your name?

division of reality is straying away from it

isaac

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

propensity within someone

i understand

i want to do that too

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

what do you think my name is

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

yeah

is this you as well

which magnetises chains of pins

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

but really the thing should be autonomous

sorry i am texting like a slav

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.