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


i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

but really the thing should be autonomous

I am below everything.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

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.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

have you read

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

kind of mythopoesis

it is hopeful

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

so an active mazelike process

yeah

no longer writing in the third person

plato

i really havent

what do you think my name is

abrar?

i see a website