not their contents

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

in a post. I want to be remembered

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Worse Lift

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

you have a beautiful account btw

Better Lift

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

its performative

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

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

as in

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

currently

send your tumblr

Picture

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.