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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

I am below everything.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

It Will Get Lighter

much more tactility

so an active mazelike process

so at the end

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.

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lol

that looks like my instagram account

god being the centre magnet

lol yea

i understand

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

fw

kind of mythopoesis

Today I felt like starting

your feed looks like my tumblr

send your tumblr

barren land

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.