magnetisation/form

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

its performative

propensity within someone

division of reality is straying away from it

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i have read not even 1 book

fw

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

"Put a blanket."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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