She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.


it is hopeful

13, H, grate

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.


yeah

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

isaac

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

lol yea

i understand

like magnets


IWGD


god being the centre magnet

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

we need to be deconstructing our identities