not so on: yvf(wthw)

It Will Get Lighter

Slug


ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

this will be about a slug

bro i read nothing in my life


i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

i really havent

no longer writing in the third person

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now


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

I am below everything.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

barren land

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class


idk

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

as in


i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

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.

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.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: