I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

no longer writing in the third person

Rain, starting

"Put a blanket."

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

idk

Lift Analysis

so at the end

send your tumblr

god being the centre magnet

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

lol

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.

ion

1

IWGD

division of reality is straying away from it

magnetises a pin

whats your name?

yeah