Fragments, walked

Every line of my notes, drafts and titles is a point here, and every relation the model found between two of them is a line. One sits in the middle; round it are the lines it echoes, sharpens, contradicts, undercuts, names, grounds, becomes or rhymes with. Click one to walk to it. PLEASE NOTE: I have also included the entire log of my conversations with my ghost on whatsapp... this includes some rather edgy takes; drunken rants to myself; and things written with no prior expectation that my future self would publish this on the internet. Please be generous in your interpretation. Are people still doing the cancelling thing or are we bored of it yet?