i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

feel you

like magnets

plato

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

ahnaf abrar

you cannot feed someone truth

abrar?

It's

dusk

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

propensity within someone

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

it is hopeful

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

we need to be deconstructing our identities

what do you think my name is

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

so the method has to be autonomous