what do you think my name is

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

propensity within someone

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"Put a blanket."

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I am below everything.

so at the end

division of reality is straying away from it

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

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

Better Lift

autonomy of learning

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Rain, starting

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

yes

i have read not even 1 book

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.