Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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
send your tumblr
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
I am below everything.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
not so on: yvf(wthw)
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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.
Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
it is hopeful
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me