the site i am dreaming
bro i read nothing in my life
send link
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 see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
but really the thing should be autonomous
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
and the fake qualifier
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
was it worth it
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
kind of mythopoesis