you cannot feed someone truth

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

kind of mythopoesis

so at the end

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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

so an active mazelike process

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

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

Picture

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

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

its good short few pages

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

have you read

so the method has to be autonomous

It Will Get Lighter

sorry i am texting like a slav

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

abrar?

Better Lift

its good

we need to be deconstructing our identities