a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
Can I see
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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.
was it worth it
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
lol
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Better Lift
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.
lol yea
send your tumblr
no longer writing in the third person
so the method has to be autonomous
all that is to say