The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

that looks like my instagram account

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

its good

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

much more tactility

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i have read not even 1 book

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

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.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

plato

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

kind of mythopoesis

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

barren land

fw

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

isaac newton

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

no longer writing in the third person

magnetises a pin

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