kind of mythopoesis
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Lift Analysis
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
as in
what do you think my name is
Thank you, Jack
"Put a blanket."
abrar?
isaac newton
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i love it here
ion
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.
its performative
no longer writing in the third person
i want to do that too