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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

i really havent

as in

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

all that is to say

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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.

much more tactility

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

magnetisation/form

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

it is hopeful

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

currently

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

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

Rain, starting

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Better Lift

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Worse Lift


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.