so at the end

is everyoneback on tumblr now

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

yeah

its good

i was tempted to lie about my name

send your tumblr

barren land

thank you

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

was it worth it

your feed looks like my tumblr

magnetises a pin

ion

much more tactility

feel you

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

Style

isaac newton

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Worse Lift

I am below everything.

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.

Thank you, Jack

plato

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.

"Put a blanket."

or never left

which magnetises chains of pins

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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