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.

you cannot feed someone truth

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

in a post. I want to be remembered

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

much more tactility

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people. 

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

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

yeah

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

kind of mythopoesis

so at the end

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.