you cannot feed someone truth
so at the end
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
god being the centre magnet
"Put a blanket."
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
like first name
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
its performative
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
Today I felt like starting
what do you mean
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
no i haven't really read anything
its good short few pages
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with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
in a post. I want to be remembered
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"