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

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

kind of mythopoesis

i have read not even 1 book

so an active mazelike process

much more tactility

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

plato

ahnaf abrar

that looks like my instagram account

god being the centre magnet

so at the end

abrar?

yeah

Rain, starting

like first name

isaac newton