She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
bro i read nothing in my life
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.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.
so at the end
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
but really the thing should be autonomous
i see a website
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
the site i am dreaming
no like which do people call me
was it worth it
i was tempted to lie about my name
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
bro i read nothing in my life
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
December 2025
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
send link
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
is this you as well
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate