i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls


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

autonomy of learning

we can only engage in such a way

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

hiding from the rain

so the method has to be autonomous

no longer writing in the third person

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41


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mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

It Will Get Lighter

Better Lift


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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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.

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

as in

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."