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.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Thank you, Jack

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

feel you

isaac newton

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i want to do that too

whats your name?

plato

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

like first name

i am quite illiterate on producing technology