She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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 love it here

is this you as well

ion

i want to do that too

we need to be deconstructing our identities

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

what do you mean

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

magnetisation/form

idk

you cannot feed someone truth

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

currently

and the fake qualifier

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

in a post. I want to be remembered