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really i want the internet

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

and the fake qualifier

feel you

lol

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

or never left

which magnetises chains of pins

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore 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

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

i really havent

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

you have a beautiful account btw

i was tempted to lie about my name

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

what do you think my name is

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

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

idk

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49