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

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.


But seriously, thank you, Jack

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

propensity within someone

all that is to say

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given


stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Style

magnetisation/form

no like which do people call me

we can only engage in such a way

IWGD


i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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 stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

autonomy of learning

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse