it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
magnetisation/form
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Today I felt like starting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
so an active mazelike process
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i dont understand magnetisation
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
kind of mythopoesis
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
no longer writing in the third person