I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
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.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
that looks like my instagram account
you cannot feed someone truth
magnetises a pin
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
currently
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i dont understand magnetisation
we can only engage in such a way
no longer writing in the third person
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.