is this you as well

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Better Lift

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

its performative

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything