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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

i have read not even 1 book

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

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

i want to do that too

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

so an active mazelike process

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

is this you as well

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

no longer writing in the third person

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

13, H, grate

barren land

which magnetises chains of pins

its good

much more tactility

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged