but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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....
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
it is hopeful
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
currently
autonomy of learning
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
not their contents
all that is to say
i was tempted to lie about my name
that looks like my instagram account
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
barren land
or never left
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
December 2025
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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.