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

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.

But seriously, thank you, Jack

what do you mean

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

much more tactility

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i love it here

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

feel you

Picture

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

yes

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

we need to be deconstructing our identities

really i want the internet

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

so an active mazelike process

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

that looks like my instagram account

plato

its good

13, H, grate

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything