in a post. I want to be remembered

its performative

what do you think my name is

idk

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

thank you

isaac

its good short few pages

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

god being the centre magnet

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

we need to be deconstructing our identities

ahnaf abrar

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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 trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

you cannot feed someone truth

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Worse Lift

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

or never left

i was tempted to lie about my name