nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
...
hiding from the rain
currently
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
send link
you have a beautiful account btw
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
division of reality is straying away from it
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
i was tempted to lie about my name
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.
you cannot feed someone truth
so the method has to be autonomous
Better Lift
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
is this you as well
kind of mythopoesis