i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
no longer writing in the third person
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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.
Today I felt like starting
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
propensity within someone
i love it here
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
magnetises a pin
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
have you read
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos