Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

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

Rain, starting

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

I am below everything.

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

as in

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

like magnets

ion

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

that looks like my instagram account

i have read not even 1 book

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