a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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and the fake qualifier

wait what is that

so at the end

division of reality is straying away from it

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

so the method has to be autonomous

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

that looks like my instagram account

magnetisation/form

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

much more tactility

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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

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.

Picture

no i haven't really read anything

as in

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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