There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I am below everything.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Better Lift
currently
lol yea
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
you cannot feed someone truth
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
Today I felt like starting
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
god being the centre magnet
it is hopeful
what do you mean
no i haven't really read anything
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
its performative
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.