Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Worse Lift

and the fake qualifier

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.

IWGD

the site i am dreaming

no longer writing in the third person

I Write Goodbye Letter

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful


we need to be deconstructing our identities

lol

so at the end

you cannot feed someone truth

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.

fw

it is hopeful

so the method has to be autonomous

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now