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

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

I am below everything.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

god being the centre magnet

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

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.

what do you mean

magnetisation/form

idk

that looks like my instagram account

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

and the fake qualifier

its good

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

i want to do that too