Thank you, Jack
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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
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
but i respect your search
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
fw
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
not their contents
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
idk
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
yeah
magnetisation/form
feel you
brb i will read and reply sincerely
all that is to say
no like which do people call me
i want to do that too
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
god being the centre magnet
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
ion
its good