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

It Will Get Lighter

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.

Style

"Put a blanket."

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

abrar?

much more tactility

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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

idk

like first name

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

not their contents

have you read

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

i love it here

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

is this you as well

you cannot feed someone truth

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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.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

in a post. I want to be remembered

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

I am below everything.

IWGD

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life