"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
like magnets
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
but really the thing should be autonomous
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
have you read
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
you cannot feed someone truth
no longer writing in the third person
December 2025
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
is this you as well