another week has passed. i want to continue being productive and achieve a lot of things, but i also want to melt away into a lukewarm puddle that ends up being absorbed into my fluffy blanket and slowly evaporated into an apparition that splits his consciousness into 47e6 thread
waaaa it's so nice and stormy out, the perfect darkness... i don't wanna move, i don't wanna school, even if it's cool ar stuff, can't we wait for another day?! let me enjoy this morning without the looming threat of tardiness... but maybe the rainy code feeling will greet me the
notice my desire to not be paid attention to and my desire for connection. connection. connection. purpose. connection. purpose. purpose. purpose.
well it's this discrepency between the ideal you wish to realize and the practicality of it, or maybe it's just an excuse? behavior i
the overwhelming ability for humans to adapt has made the disturbing feel comforting after familiarization with the feeling is done. it's all just data. it's passive, active, reactive, flowing via infrastructure (data), processed via functions (data), interpreted via data that lo
are powerful for invoking the feeling of familiarity. just think that it'd be interesting to study the deconstruction and reconstruction of things like spaces and notes, cuz it's not only relative to each other, but to the perceiver. blood pumping sound in h. context and priming
never thought id say this but the drive back home this evening was great. good weather, golden hour, liquid blasting. it's little moments like these that make make make make maake mmaake mmaakke mmaakkee finished my thesis, defense on friday. disappointed in self but lez get thi.
im losing sleep gotta run around and roll you, yaint the sharpest gnoborin, yara gnome, and ive been feeling, def not thinking, making me feel, not think, making me feel, not think, making me feel, not think, making me feel, not think, making me feel, t a n a
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