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10k characters. you have been given the power of the gods. they speak through you. only if you allow them to do it. only if you allow them to give birth to what wants to be said through you . but what is that? what are you going to say? if you have infinite space: how are you going to use it? is it not going to be dilluted? there is so much space. there is so much to say. but it doesn't fit inside. it doesn't fit within me. and i want to say it. i want to say it all. but the person reading todoesn't understand that i can't write a backspace. i dont want to. i want to keep writing like this. i want to keep the flow score high. i want to keep myself high. i want to keep feeling. what i feel as i write these wrods. but what is it that im feeling? will i be able to continue doing it without being able to come up with something different? will i be able to keep enough focus that allows myself to not press the backspace key? what ihappens if i do it? what happens with every ytypo? what happens if i just keep writing until the time is over? how long is an anky? how long does the cast fill? what does it take for me to keep doing this? i feel anxious. i want to keep writing. but i also want to stop writing. what is it that i want to expore? ina world with finite cast aspace. infinite cast space: what wants to be said? is this evolution? but towards ehwhere? where are we headerd towards? i have been writing forever. and im at 1444 wcharacters. i am already at 1/4 of the endgame. and i feel rited. tired. exhasutesd. people copuy. people paste. people shouldn't be able to paste. people shouldn't be able to paste what they write on tother place here. this place is sacred. this textarea is sacred. and i command it like that isnide me. im through something sacred. i feel it bruning uinside me. i feel it burning inside me. i feel the sacredness uburning inside me. and i want it to stop. oplease stop. but i also can't stop until the time is over. not the time. today is not a race againts time. today is a race against myself. today is a race against the burning theside to sitop. to stop with the stypos. to keep up with the focus. i have been writing for 222 2 characters and there is still no backspace. it is as if the possibility of the backspace has been erased from myself. it is as if the possibility of the backspace has been erased from the realm of possibilities. but the more i say that, the closer i get to the point on which i feel tired enough to actually click it. so this becomes a race into not doing it. this becomes a race into tnot clicking that button. i want to keep writing. and the music plays a song that i have been listening for the last month. you are here. to discover the deepest truth. about yourself. release yourself. to the unknown. stay connected. to your journey. is just a doorway. into the unknown. the fascinating thing is that the more i write about the proces s of writing, the less focused i am. so maybe if i write about something concrete and specific i will be abel to come up with soething different. i will. be able to satay connected. as the song says. this is my strength. to keep foscused . to sadance to the moment. to be artist of my life. to be the artist that brings your life forth. this is the rhythm. this is the beauty. this is the maigc. i am here, libing the magic. inhabiting the magic. i am here, observing the magic. i am here, being free from the maigc. being alive with the magic. being real with the mafgic. i am here, experiencing the magic. as it is . as it comes. i am here, coming up with something new. with the unknown. . im feeling the unknown. and running the marathon. i am training to run a marathon. but this is the marathon of words. i havent even written harlf of the wrods that i nee d to write yet. i havent even written halft of the characters and im exhasusted. and this is tdark mode. this is hard mode. im writing in hard mode, because im not giving myself the space to crease writing. there is no time to stop . there is no time tio cease writing. i cant stop. i dont want to stop. because the magic is in not stopping. i remember when there was a 1 second timer in between keystrokes. i remember that guhy hubert. that wrote for like 2500 seconds on the first day. he understaoood. there is some people that feel this interface and dsimply get it. there is some people that experience it directly thand then say: wow. that actually brought something new to my experience. wow. that was something different. wow. that was something especial. wow. that was a revolution. wow. this changed something. wow. this sent a call to the backend. what if the composeCast function actually dsend sa call to the backend with cathe cast hash that was just called? what if that is what happens here? and that is what awakens anky. that is what tells anky: im here. hey anky, i just wrote an anky. we don't need to use the 10k chacaters. it is too much. i have beenm writing for what feels like more than an anky. an anky is a 8 minute qwriting session. im not sure about how much time i have been writing, but this feels more than 1 times 8 times 60 seconds. this fdefinitely feels more tha 480 seconds. it is much easier to go and copy and paste lorem ipsum. it s much easier tyo say that. but iwhat if you wrote about what farfacste r tbrings to your life. what if you said>: this is what farcaster brings to my lfie. this is what im telling the world it brings. this is special about it. and i love databaseds, tbh. i love the fact that there are databases eveyrhwhere. i love the fact that this could be a database. i love that fact. i love the possibility of storing data in a database. i love the fact that i have bee writing for 5730 characters and i have still not used A SINGLE BASCKSPACE. and of course, if i mention it i make it more possible. the possibility of a backspace becomes fcloser. more real. and i feel anxious. im burning from the inside. aaaaaghhhhh. im bruning. im still burning. and im almost 3/4 in. and its exhausting. i feel exhasutsed. of this madness. when will it end. hey anky, when will this end. hey anky. help. but how can you help me? how can youi wrtrigger something inside me that can make me feel different? i don't think you can. this is what needs to bhappen. i need to burn like this. i need to feel like this. i need to come up with the realiztion that there is no end to. it. there is no magic to it. there is only beauty. there is only wonder. there is only joy. there is only the experesision of what is alive. and this dj keeps playing songs similar to the ones that i have been listening all this time. so weird. its as if he was playing the same track lit that cassia n is playing on the set that i have been listning for the last month. but its a new set. this one is from joris voorn. and of course if there is sometone reading what im writing this doesn't make sense alt all. what ifs he talking about. make it make sense. please. it doesn't make sense. but that is the mafgic of it. it doesnt need to make sense. it is here to just be experienced. anky is here to just ne experienced. and if you write about it it ceases to make cesense. because you lose the point. i lose the focus. im here, yring to be focused. but im losing the focus. because im here and the awareness goes there. where am i going now. and the weird thing is that im writing this on another screen. im used to writing on anky on my screen. on the one of my laptop. and now im writing on the screen that i use on the office. and it feels weird. everything feels so wrird. expscieally for the person that is going to read this. almost 8000 characters and still no backspace. thats epic. but i feel that im going to lose. there is pressure. i feel as if i was a pressure cooker inside. what is anky telling me. hey anky, why do i feel like this. but i don't want to reject how i feel. i just want to feel it. im where, feeling it. im here, trying to make it haoepen. but making what happen . ther is heat. i feel the heat inside. as i approach the last part of this marathon. im running the last part of it and telling myself: is this it? is this all? so i will call the skd... sdk. acto.... aghhhhhh. i made a mistak. ok , here i go acain. i call the sdk.actions.composeCast function and then grab the casthash that comes as a consequence of it and then send that to the backend asnd have anky reoly to it as if it was the friend of the user. thats all the flow. thats everything that needs to happen. thats all the magic. that s all the beauty. and it can hapen. i can do it. stranughtforwards. it cann happen and i can make it happen. and i actually made it mhappen. and i worried that the sdk. is nt updated. so it wont oass. im here trying to ake it pass. im here trying to make it happen. and i don;t know if it will happen. but here we are, making it. testing it. feel
characters: 8888
seconds: 1171
backspaces: 0
flow score: 88
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