i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
kind of mythopoesis
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
but really the thing should be autonomous
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.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
i see a website
so at the end
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.much more tactility
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
that looks like my instagram account