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
its performative
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.