barren land

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

"Put a blanket."

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

hiding from the rain

it is hopeful

Worse Lift

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Rain, starting

but really the thing should be autonomous

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

yes

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thank you, Jack

but i respect your search

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

god being the centre magnet

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