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 i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
really i want the internet
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
was it worth it
send link
division of reality is straying away from it
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
all that is to say
we can only engage in such a way
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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