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

really i want the internet

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

all that is to say

Lift Analysis

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

much more tactility

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

no longer writing in the third person

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