Style

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

we can only engage in such a way

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

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

is everyoneback on tumblr now

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

like magnets

ion

god being the centre magnet

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

plato

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

i dont understand magnetisation

no longer writing in the third person

barren land

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

what do you mean

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