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.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
what do you mean
its good
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
god being the centre magnet
Better Lift
not their contents
magnetises a pin
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
but i respect your search
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
isaac newton
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate