It Will Get Lighter

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

so the method has to be autonomous

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

you cannot feed someone truth

magnetisation/form

not their contents

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i love it here

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

and the fake qualifier