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


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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

we can only engage in such a way

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

really i want the internet

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

autonomy of learning

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

send your tumblr

have you read

idk

yeah

its good

division of reality is straying away from it

thank you

i see a website

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i love it here

which magnetises chains of pins

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

i was tempted to lie about my name