like first name
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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.
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.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
Thank you, Jack
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
isaac newton
i see a website
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
which magnetises chains of pins
Better Lift
what do you mean
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whats your name?