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I am below everything.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

barren land

autonomy of learning

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

sorry i am texting like a slav

in a post. I want to be remembered

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

thank you

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

what do you mean

Rain, starting

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

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

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

that looks like my instagram account

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

you cannot feed someone truth

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

so the method has to be autonomous