like first name
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
"Put a blanket."
Can I see
i dont understand magnetisation
propensity within someone
i really havent
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
sorry i am texting like a slav
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.magnetisation/form
not their contents
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
isaac newton
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
god being the centre magnet
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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