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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

division of reality is straying away from it

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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

isaac newton

feel you

was it worth it

as in

i really havent

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine