god being the centre magnet
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
so an active mazelike process
feel you
no i haven't really read anything
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
yeah
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
we need to be deconstructing our identities
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
i really havent
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
no like which do people call me
Thank you, Jack
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
its performative
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
and the fake qualifier
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
yeah
i love it here
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation