really i want the internet

i really havent

i love it here

i want to do that too

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

you cannot feed someone truth

i have read not even 1 book

...

abrar?

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

so at the end

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

no longer writing in the third person

wait what is that

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

i see a website

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

and the fake qualifier

Picture

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.

no like which do people call me

this will be about a slug

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Rain, starting

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.