One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
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.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
is this you as well
idk
I am below everything.
send your tumblr
or never left
your feed looks like my tumblr
...
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
not so on: yvf(wthw)
so the method has to be autonomous
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
you cannot feed someone truth
bro i read nothing in my life
that looks like my instagram account