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

really i want the internet

Thank you, Jack

you have a beautiful account btw

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

lol

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so the method has to be autonomous

we can only engage in such a way

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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.


we want to live the knowledge too live the content

all that is to say

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

it is hopeful

Better Lift

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Picture

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying