a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

currently

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

IWGD

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 slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

I Write Goodbye Letter

and the fake qualifier

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i really havent

wait what is that

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

...

is everyoneback on tumblr now

yeah

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

isaac newton

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

whats your name?

plato

so the method has to be autonomous

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

and the fake qualifier