plato
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.as in
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 have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
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.
its performative
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.and the fake qualifier
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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