I am below everything.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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.

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.

Today I felt like starting

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

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

you have a beautiful account btw

Better Lift

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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Rain, starting

as in

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

propensity within someone

in a post. I want to be remembered

so the method has to be autonomous