i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

13, H, grate

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

all that is to say

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Rain, starting

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

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

"Put a blanket."

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.

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

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

but i respect your search

we can only engage in such a way

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.

so the method has to be autonomous

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think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

autonomy of learning

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

you have a beautiful account btw

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

division of reality is straying away from it