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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

what do you think my name is

whats your name?

i have read not even 1 book

that looks like my instagram account

what do you mean

yeah

so the method has to be autonomous

i want to do that too

its good

plato

we need to be deconstructing our identities

hello reader,

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

i really havent

division of reality is straying away from it

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

kind of mythopoesis