isaac newton

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really." 
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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Slug

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.

i understand

fw

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

barren land

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

sorry i am texting like a slav

what do you mean

autonomy of learning

which magnetises chains of pins

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