really i want the internet

I am below everything.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"Put a blanket."
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Rain, starting

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Worse Lift

Thank you, Jack

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

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

magnetisation/form

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

so an active mazelike process