Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
as in
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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i love it here