Rain, starting

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

its good

i love it here

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.

Today I felt like starting

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

plato

bro i read nothing in my life

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

whats your name?

Slug

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

isaac

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

its good short few pages

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

lol yea