The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

kind of mythopoesis

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

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

i was tempted to lie about my name

much more tactility

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

magnetisation/form

as in

you cannot feed someone truth

we can only engage in such a way

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

division of reality is straying away from it

its performative

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

lol yea

your feed looks like my tumblr

i have read not even 1 book

autonomy of learning

send your tumblr

propensity within someone

that looks like my instagram account

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

idk

...

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

so at the end

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.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting