think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
hiding from the rain
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
no longer writing in the third person
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
currently
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Can I see
yes
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.