all that is to say

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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.

i understand

send your tumblr

you cannot feed someone truth

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its performative

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

as in

i dont understand magnetisation

sorry i am texting like a slav

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

magnetisation/form

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.

propensity within someone

have you read

no i haven't really read anything

not their contents