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
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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
have you read
isaac
plato
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
or never left
its good
i was tempted to lie about my name
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
is this you as well
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
whats your name?
its good short few pages
ahnaf abrar
what do you think my name is
yeah
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.lol
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
what do you mean
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.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.
propensity within someone
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
no i haven't really read anything
division of reality is straying away from it
hiding from the rain
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.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
lol yea