"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Style

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

currently

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

no longer writing in the third person

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

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.

hiding from the rain

idk

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

so an active mazelike process

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

much more tactility

which magnetises chains of pins

isaac newton

we want to live the knowledge too live the content