the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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

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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

in a post. I want to be remembered

so an active mazelike process

as in

whats your name?

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

kind of mythopoesis

magnetisation/form

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

isaac newton

much more tactility

I am below everything.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.