I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

hiding from the rain

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

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.


Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

brb i will read and reply sincerely

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

autonomy of learning

I am below everything.

division of reality is straying away from it

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

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

you have a beautiful account btw

we can only engage in such a way

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

magnetisation/form

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever