amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
no longer writing in the third person
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
division of reality is straying away from it
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
send your tumblr
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
we can only engage in such a way
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Today I felt like starting
you have a beautiful account btw
but really the thing should be autonomous
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
but i respect your search
brb i will read and reply sincerely
is everyoneback on tumblr now
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books