"Put a blanket."

Style

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i dont understand magnetisation

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

Can I see

your feed looks like my tumblr

hiding from the rain

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.

much more tactility

so at the end