Today I felt like starting

i love it here

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

2 (actually index). two is company

lol yea

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

Rain, starting

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

lol

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

it is hopeful

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

like first name

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13, H, grate

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

It Will Get Lighter

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Pimlico Rats

your feed looks like my tumblr

Thank you, Jack

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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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