It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

barren land

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

not their contents

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

is this you as well

ion

lol

autonomy of learning

isaac

have you read

sorry i am texting like a slav

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i dont understand magnetisation

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i love it here

not so on: yvf(wthw)

the site i am dreaming

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Can I see

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.