13, H, grate

Rain, starting

in a post. I want to be remembered

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its performative

"Put a blanket."

I am below everything.

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

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

yes

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

Thank you, Jack

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

as in

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i see a website

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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

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

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

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

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