I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

we can only engage in such a way

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

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

Can I see

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

yes

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

you cannot feed someone truth

Thank you, Jack

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

feel you

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

brb i will read and reply sincerely

lol

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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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.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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I Write Goodbye Letter

no i haven't really read anything

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.