plato

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

currently

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Rain, starting

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

hiding from the rain

no i haven't really read anything

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stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i have read not even 1 book

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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.

i really havent

i love it here

Better Lift

lol yea

abrar?

propensity within someone

or never left

ahnaf abrar

like magnets

its good

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

whats your name?

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.

thank you

yeah