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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

autonomy of learning

so an active mazelike process

fw

division of reality is straying away from it

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

idk

isaac newton

its good


to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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.

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 can only engage in such a way

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Better Lift

not their contents

it is hopeful

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate