My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.as in
"Put a blanket."
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.so an active mazelike process
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.
Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.
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.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
you have a beautiful account btw