Today I felt like starting
in a post. I want to be remembered
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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.
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.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
all that is to say
division of reality is straying away from it
so the method has to be autonomous
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.