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

it is hopeful

Rain, starting

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

division of reality is straying away from it

so at the end

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

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

no longer writing in the third person

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

much more tactility