its good short few pages

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

fw

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

ion

sorry i am texting like a slav

we can only engage in such a way

so at the end

lol yea

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.

It Will Get Lighter

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i have read not even 1 book

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

hiding from the rain

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

currently

what do you mean

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

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

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

Rain, starting

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

plato

as in

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