Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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.
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.it is hopeful
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
much more tactility
so an active mazelike process
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
kind of mythopoesis
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
brb i will read and reply sincerely
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
in a post. I want to be remembered
i dont understand magnetisation
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
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i have read not even 1 book
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
and the fake qualifier