I Write Goodbye Letter

Can I see

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

not their contents

autonomy of learning

kind of mythopoesis

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

its performative

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

so the method has to be autonomous

as in

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

magnetisation/form

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

the site i am dreaming

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

your feed looks like my tumblr

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate