mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent
real but its very manifestation
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.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.