Thank you, Jack
I am below everything.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Lift Analysis
division of reality is straying away from it
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
in a post. I want to be remembered
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.it is hopeful
you have a beautiful account btw
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
we need to be deconstructing our identities
magnetises a pin
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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.