After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

Picture

I am below everything.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

was it worth it

you cannot feed someone truth

so the method has to be autonomous

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

13, H, grate

that looks like my instagram account

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i love it here

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

idk

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