i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

I Write Goodbye Letter

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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not so on: yvf(wthw)

this will be about a slug

i really havent

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

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

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.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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part of an old note. It will get lighter.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

isaac

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation