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

Worse Lift

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.

isaac newton

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


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 got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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

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 believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Better Lift

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Thank you, Jack

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

god being the centre magnet

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

that looks like my instagram account

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

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