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

or never left

13, H, grate

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

"Put a blanket."

Style

Rain, starting

magnetisation/form

so the method has to be autonomous

isaac

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

its performative

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no i haven't really read anything

sorry i am texting like a slav

...

in a post. I want to be remembered

this will be about a slug

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

so an active mazelike process