hiding from the rain

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

Style

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

idk

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

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think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

all that is to say

autonomy of learning

so an active mazelike process

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.


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.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.