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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
no longer writing in the third person
Today I felt like starting
idk
bro i read nothing in my life
ion
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
wait what is that
its good
its performative
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
plato
Better Lift
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason