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.
so the method has to be autonomous
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox."No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
hiding from the rain
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
...
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.and the fake qualifier
i really havent
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