Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


"Put a blanket."

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

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

currently

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Style

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

i understand

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

magnetises a pin

and the fake qualifier

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i have read not even 1 book

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

your feed looks like my tumblr

send your tumblr

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

plato

isaac newton

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.

much more tactility

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

magnetisation/form

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah