yeah

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

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.

IWGD

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Rain, starting

we can only engage in such a way

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

what do you mean

no i haven't really read anything

not their contents