god being the centre magnet

IWGD

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

no longer writing in the third person

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thank you, Jack

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

your feed looks like my tumblr

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Can I see

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.

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

isaac

plato

yeah

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on 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

division of reality is straying away from it

send your tumblr

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

idk