Thank you, Jack
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
as in
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.
it is hopeful
autonomy of learning
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
division of reality is straying away from it
so an active mazelike process
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
idk
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
so the method has to be autonomous
you cannot feed someone truth