After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

Today I felt like starting

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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

wait what is that

and the fake qualifier

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

isaac

Picture

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

division of reality is straying away from it

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

all that is to say

It Will Get Lighter

the site i am dreaming

no longer writing in the third person