a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Rain, starting

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.



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.


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.

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


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.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

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

isaac newton

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

currently

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

lol

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

really i want the internet

send your tumblr

isaac

magnetises a pin

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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.

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