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.

Rain, starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Better Lift

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.

i see a website

Thank you, Jack

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

plato

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

lol yea

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

you have a beautiful account btw

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine