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.

plato

"Put a blanket."

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

Rain, starting

propensity within someone

lol

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

all that is to say

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

you cannot feed someone truth

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

It Will Get Lighter

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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