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.

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

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

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.

isaac

It Will Get Lighter

the site i am dreaming

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

magnetisation/form

2 (actually index). two is company

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

it is hopeful

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

not their contents

was it worth it

what do you think my name is

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

yeah

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

you cannot feed someone truth

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

this will be about a slug

Today I felt like starting