Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

hiding from the rain

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

kind of mythopoesis

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

but really the thing should be autonomous

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46



Picture

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

all that is to say

Thank you, Jack

I Write Goodbye Letter


Lift Analysis

and the fake qualifier

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

It Will Get Lighter


bro i read nothing in my life

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your feed looks like my tumblr

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