i have read not even 1 book

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

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Rain, starting

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

It Will Get Lighter

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

Picture

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

no longer writing in the third person

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Style

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."