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no longer writing in the third person
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
kind of mythopoesis
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
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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 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
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Today I felt like starting