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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Today I felt like starting

i see a website



confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

your feed looks like my tumblr

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

I Write Goodbye Letter

i have read not even 1 book

so the method has to be autonomous

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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so an active mazelike process

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

this will be about a slug

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

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

or never left

lol yea

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt