somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

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.

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i understand

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

wait what is that

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

division of reality is straying away from it

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

It Will Get Lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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yeah

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

much more tactility

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

you have a beautiful account btw

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

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

really i want the internet

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

no i haven't really read anything

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

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have you read



i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things