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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

plato

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

have you read

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

isaac newton

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.

Style

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Slug

but i respect your search

Better Lift

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation