its performative

Lift Analysis

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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Today I felt like starting

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

13, H, grate

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

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

you have a beautiful account btw

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying