I Write Goodbye Letter

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book


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

abrar?

i really havent

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

much more tactility

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

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

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

December 2025

It Will Get Lighter

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


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

Style

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

idk

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

or never left

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

its good

It Will Get Lighter

this will be about a slug

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.