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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

Today I felt like starting

Can I see

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

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.

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

Picture

god being the centre magnet

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I am below everything.