After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i was tempted to lie about my name

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

but i respect your search

propensity within someone

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

so the method has to be autonomous

13, H, grate

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

division of reality is straying away from it

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

magnetisation/form

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

idk

isaac newton

what do you mean

whats your name?

i have read not even 1 book

all that is to say

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

that looks like my instagram account

hiding from the rain