god being the centre magnet
no like which do people call me
no i haven't really read anything
we need to be deconstructing our identities
Thank you, Jack
ahnaf abrar
what do you think my name is
its good short few pages
sorry i am texting like a slav
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.we can only engage in such a way
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
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
isaac
I am below everything.
whats your name?
kind of mythopoesis
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
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it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
but i respect your search
really i want the internet
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
send your tumblr
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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.