kind of mythopoesis

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Picture

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.



with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.


13, H, grate

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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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.



ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

so an active mazelike process

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

ion

magnetisation/form

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


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.


Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

thank you

i was tempted to lie about my name