i see a website
kind of mythopoesis
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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.
no longer writing in the third person
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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
isaac
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
its good
i understand
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
magnetises a pin
its good short few pages
so an active mazelike process
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
you cannot feed someone truth
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet