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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.

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.

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

so an active mazelike process

I am below everything.

no longer writing in the third person

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.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

much more tactility

like first name

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i understand

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

Style

lol

i want to do that too

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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