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

i really havent

isaac

its good

have you read

feel you

no i haven't really read anything

so at the end

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

is this you as well

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

what do you think my name is

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

as in

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

its good short few pages

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

sorry i am texting like a slav

is everyoneback on tumblr now

that looks like my instagram account

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Lift Analysis

propensity within someone


you cannot feed someone truth

plato

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

...

not their contents