After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
no longer writing in the third person
hiding from the rain
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
you cannot feed someone truth
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak