the site i am dreaming

it is hopeful

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.

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

idk

thank you

and the fake qualifier

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

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

all that is to say

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Lift Analysis

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