I am below everything.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

IWGD

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

"Put a blanket."

in a post. I want to be remembered

13, H, grate

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

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

so the method has to be autonomous

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Worse Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i really havent

no like which do people call me