Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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


this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Rain, starting

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

hello reader,

I Write Goodbye Letter

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.


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We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

13, H, grate

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

its good
"Put a blanket."

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

so the method has to be autonomous

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.