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.

i love it here

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

It Will Get Lighter

magnetises a pin

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abrar?

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.

i understand

December 2025

thank you

so the method has to be autonomous

send link

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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

all that is to say

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

what do you think my name is

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

you have a beautiful account btw