the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
isaac
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
plato
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Today I felt like starting
currently
Thank you, Jack
so an active mazelike process
idk
your feed looks like my tumblr
yes
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
bro i read nothing in my life
Better Lift
that looks like my instagram account
its performative
no longer writing in the third person