I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
i was tempted to lie about my name
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
all that is to say
autonomy of learning
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
or never left
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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.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
your feed looks like my tumblr
its good
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no longer writing in the third person
its good
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
division of reality is straying away from it
as in
no i haven't really read anything