I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

is this you as well

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

i understand

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

autonomy of learning

is everyoneback on tumblr now

magnetises a pin

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

or never left

so at the end

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression