god being the centre magnet

we can only engage in such a way

so an active mazelike process

not their contents

feel you

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

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

hello reader,

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

lol

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

your feed looks like my tumblr

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.

I am below everything.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Thank you, Jack