somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

autonomy of learning

Worse Lift

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

hiding from the rain

magnetisation/form

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Style

really i want the internet

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as in

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Rain, starting