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.

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

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way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

autonomy of learning

i dont understand magnetisation

idk

isaac

have you read

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

December 2025

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

"Put a blanket."

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

kind of mythopoesis

i really havent

bro i read nothing in my life

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

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

yeah

Thank you, Jack

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