i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

currently

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Picture

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

1

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

2 (actually index). two is company

all that is to say

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

is this you as well

so the method has to be autonomous

hiding from the rain

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

propensity within someone

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

isaac newton

i understand

...

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

its good short few pages

IWGD

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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 can only engage in such a way

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos