you know who you are. no more time, not like

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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Rain, starting

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

in a post. I want to be remembered

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send link

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

whats your name?

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.

2 (actually index). two is company

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

it is hopeful

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Slug

December 2025

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.

Worse Lift

I Write Goodbye Letter

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.