whats your name?

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.

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Better Lift

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

abrar?

like magnets

ion

division of reality is straying away from it

i dont understand magnetisation

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate