After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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

its performative

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

Rain, starting

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

like first name

ion

which magnetises chains of pins

no i haven't really read anything

in a post. I want to be remembered

idk

yeah

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

autonomy of learning

as in

magnetises a pin

so at the end

magnetisation/form

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life