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hiding from the rain

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

it is hopeful

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

It's

dusk

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

its performative

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

I am below everything.

1

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

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

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

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

as in

Today I felt like starting

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

not their contents

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.

propensity within someone

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

i am quite illiterate on producing technology