Rain, starting

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Picture

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

that looks like my instagram account

1

or never left

Style

no longer writing in the third person

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

its good

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

Better Lift

it is hopeful

its good short few pages

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

i dont understand magnetisation

division of reality is straying away from it

is everyoneback on tumblr now