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

yes

as in

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

really i want the internet

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

like first name

whats your name?

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

"Put a blanket."

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

we can only engage in such a way

It Will Get Lighter

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Better Lift

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

kind of mythopoesis

have you read

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

its performative

and the fake qualifier

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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

hiding from the rain

abrar?