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.

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

I am below everything.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Worse Lift

Better Lift

much more tactility

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

thank you

was it worth it

in a post. I want to be remembered

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

god being the centre magnet