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.

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.

division of reality is straying away from it

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

not their contents

but really the thing should be autonomous

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Rain, starting

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I am below everything.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

much more tactility

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Worse Lift

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59