is everyoneback on tumblr now

as in

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

we can only engage in such a way

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"Put a blanket."

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

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

division of reality is straying away from it

autonomy of learning

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

kind of mythopoesis

all that is to say

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.

ahnaf abrar

its good short few pages

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

no i haven't really read anything

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

its good

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.