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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

as in

so at the end

propensity within someone

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

yeah

much more tactility

ahnaf abrar

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

magnetisation/form

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

god being the centre magnet

isaac newton

you cannot feed someone truth

feel you

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

I Write Goodbye Letter

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i have read not even 1 book

send link

2 (actually index). two is company

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.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

Thank you, Jack


And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.