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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

I Write Goodbye Letter

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Rain, starting

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

I am below everything.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

you have a beautiful account btw

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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.

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

really i want the internet

1

so at the end

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

It's

dusk

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation