i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
but i respect your search
much more tactility
so an active mazelike process
Better Lift
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.
hiding from the rain
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
as in
"Put a blanket."
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
autonomy of learning
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.
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somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
it is hopeful