you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

isaac

so at the end

Can I see

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

so an active mazelike process