yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
all that is to say
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
hiding from the rain
so at the end
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
so an active mazelike process
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
Better Lift
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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.
It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
feel you
bro i read nothing in my life
much more tactility