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.


this will be about a slug

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

wait what is that

i really havent

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

December 2025

bro i read nothing in my life

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

13, H, grate

which magnetises chains of pins


i love it here


its performative

Can I see