somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

as in

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

so the method has to be autonomous

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its performative

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.

division of reality is straying away from it

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

magnetisation/form