i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

we need to be deconstructing our identities

not their contents

so the method has to be autonomous

division of reality is straying away from it

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i was tempted to lie about my name

you cannot feed someone truth

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

thank you

like magnets

so an active mazelike process

kind of mythopoesis

is this you as well

which magnetises chains of pins

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

i really havent

much more tactility

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter


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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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