plato

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

we can only engage in such a way

division of reality is straying away from it

so the method has to be autonomous

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Rain, starting

so an active mazelike process

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Better Lift

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

hiding from the rain

It Will Get Lighter

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

all that is to say

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

its performative