the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

all that is to say

really i want the internet

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Better Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

much more tactility

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

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

It Will Get Lighter

we can only engage in such a way

Worse Lift

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.

not their contents

what do you mean

you have a beautiful account btw

fw

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