Today I felt like starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

Worse Lift

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.

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

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

as in

not their contents

fw

so the method has to be autonomous

Better Lift

it is hopeful

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

yeah

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

It Will Get Lighter

no longer writing in the third person

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

2 (actually index). two is company