i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

no longer writing in the third person

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

...

its good

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

not so on: yvf(wthw)

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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

i love it here

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

plato

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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.

as in