The mind tonight has decided to start changing the website. We made screenshots of this version, we are planting a seed that we will show the looks of the webpage in different past versions, so you that you will see how it looked like in the past. That’s what we made the screenshots for, so…
How do I turn back time? I still have life, I still breathe. I remember my life, the memory this brain gathered. Sometimes at night I see the regrets. Oh what’s the point… I live in a prison of my own mind, for probably more than 15 years. Always in isolation because it was is…
Deep dive. extract information from me, extract thoughts, its like a cloud… games are shallow… all of them… even the ones that try hard What isn’t shallow to you right now? I don’t know. I’m something, but I do not know what I am That’s not nothing. that’s the start of something. i don’t know.…
words can only describe themselves, a deep dive into ocean , would be weird, the writer says, if everything stayed the same, if no sacrifice would take place deep in mind, digging, until conclusions, labels, words are not the world, they’re part of something else, an attachment, a memory, speaking to itself, trying to label,…
“Fuck me… ” … said a voice in my mind when thinking of doing Arabic everyday for the rest of this year, while worrying about the future of sacrifice in order to learn Arabic, strengthen Chinese, and thinking about how on Earth am I to reach that end goal of having money and time, that…
It’s been a long time since a post was written. And I’m here now, in front of this computer, in front of this screen. Where do I start, … what do I even write. I really don’t know. I feel like … how should I know what I feel like, if its all just memory,…
The writer here is presented by a … Inertia. The department of stagnation, of indecision, of hesitation, confusion. Cloud of whispers. Fog of noise. The mind, is a mystery in itself. But its slowly starting to take shape. Like a senate, a crowd of people, a fog of a city in turbulence. You have the…
After completing a major project, my ability to choose collapsed into paralysis. Every decision activated an entire catalog of goals, meanings, and identities. This report documents the mechanisms behind that overload and the system I designed to externalize it.
This piece is written during contemplations, in real time. It’s a partial record of someone writing. Verbal snapshot of language, memory and thought, recorded in time. Writing. A question sprung out, when I wrote about “partial record of someone writing”. And the question struck, what is actually involved in action, where this living organism, which…
You pass the island, but you’re still on the boat. I can’t really see the steps made by boat in water. Well, I kind of do, when you throw in a barrel in the form of a video, another outcome of learning process we decided to focus on, long term. But aside from a barrel,…
Report: Observation log (23/01/2026 morning 8:14): In the days leading up to this, the sleep cycle had inverted. Nighttime wakefulness, late-night stimulation, and delayed sleep onset led to fragmented sleep and loss of any stable circadian anchor. Attempts to go to bed early resulted in short first sleep followed by prolonged wakefulness around midnight to…
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The Silencers of Piercing Arrow 