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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

send your tumblr

so the method has to be autonomous

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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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.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

magnetisation/form

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

your feed looks like my tumblr

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation