somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

kind of mythopoesis

"Put a blanket."

Rain, starting

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

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i see a website

wait what is that

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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

was it worth it

like first name

i dont understand magnetisation

your feed looks like my tumblr