but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Today I felt like starting
it is hopeful
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
its good
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
or never left
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i was tempted to lie about my name
much more tactility
is this you as well
"Put a blanket."
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
idk
i want to do that too
isaac
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet