"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

its good

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

you cannot feed someone truth

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

so at the end

kind of mythopoesis

its performative

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

all that is to say

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

Thank you, Jack

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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