idk

Today I felt like starting

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

1

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

"Put a blanket."

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

we can only engage in such a way

i have read not even 1 book

all that is to say

yes

you cannot feed someone truth

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

that looks like my instagram account

so an active mazelike process

which magnetises chains of pins