plato

what do you think my name is

barren land

i really havent

so an active mazelike process

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no i haven't really read anything

i was tempted to lie about my name

that looks like my instagram account

ion

is everyoneback on tumblr now

feel you

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i have read not even 1 book

fw

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

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.

whats your name?

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

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.