currently

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

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

no longer writing in the third person

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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

"Put a blanket."

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

kind of mythopoesis

Thank you, Jack

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

yes

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

was it worth it

and the fake qualifier

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

we need to be deconstructing our identities

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

so the method has to be autonomous