I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
in a post. I want to be remembered
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
magnetisation/form
not their contents
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Can I see
its performative
division of reality is straying away from it
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
kind of mythopoesis