this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
you cannot feed someone truth
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
magnetisation/form
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
much more tactility
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
division of reality is straying away from it
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
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.
not their contents
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.
so at the end