Thank you, Jack

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

currently

Today I felt like starting

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Better Lift

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

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.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

ion

like first name

we can only engage in such a way

all that is to say

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yeah

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

send your tumblr

and the fake qualifier

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I am below everything.

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