hiding from the rain
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.
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.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
it is hopeful
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc."I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Today I felt like starting
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation