isaac

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

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

its performative

division of reality is straying away from it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

magnetisation/form

I Write Goodbye Letter

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Thank you, Jack

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i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!


no like which do people call me

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate