so the method has to be autonomous

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

2 (actually index). two is company

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

I Write Goodbye Letter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

plato

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

was it worth it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

we can only engage in such a way

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

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

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

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

Lift Analysis

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

I am below everything.