i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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.
Today I felt like starting
Can I see
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Lift Analysis
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
was it worth it
isaac newton
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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.
its good
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
its good short few pages
isaac
you cannot feed someone truth
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
fw
really i want the internet
god being the centre magnet
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"