Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
in a post. I want to be remembered
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
autonomy of learning
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
its performative
i have read not even 1 book
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
no longer writing in the third person
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.idk
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
I am below everything.
division of reality is straying away from it
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
barren land
or never left
abrar?
which magnetises chains of pins