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

really i want the internet

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

plato

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

have you read

and the fake qualifier

abrar?

lol

i understand

kind of mythopoesis

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

i want to do that too

feel you