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.
i love it here
brb i will read and reply sincerely
but i respect your search
no longer writing in the third person
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
you have a beautiful account btw
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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idk
hiding from the rain
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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
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.
so the method has to be autonomous
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