It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

in a post. I want to be remembered

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

much more tactility

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

but i respect your search

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

isaac newton

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

autonomy of learning

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i love it here

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

division of reality is straying away from it

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

its good

all that is to say

magnetises a pin

its good short few pages

we can only engage in such a way

which magnetises chains of pins

ion