Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

feel you

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i love it here

I am below everything.

i was tempted to lie about my name

magnetisation/form

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

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

is this you as well

its good

is everyoneback on tumblr now

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

what do you mean

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

whats your name?

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50