i was tempted to lie about my name

is everyoneback on tumblr now

send your tumblr

we can only engage in such a way

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

you cannot feed someone truth

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 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

not their contents

barren land

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

so at the end

its good

isaac

lol

whats your name?

its good short few pages

yeah

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

plato