no longer writing in the third person

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

plato

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

Rain, starting

feel you

your feed looks like my tumblr

send your tumblr

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

idk

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

yeah

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

what do you think my name is

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i want to do that too

Better Lift

like first name

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.

barren land