Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
you cannot feed someone truth
i want to do that too
not their contents
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
that looks like my instagram account
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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.
abrar?
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos