and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
feel 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

what do you think my name is

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.

plato

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i really havent

ahnaf abrar

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

yeah

i love it here

we can only engage in such a way

barren land

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.


It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

so the method has to be autonomous

so at the end

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Thank you, Jack