god being the centre magnet

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

idk

have you read

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

barren land

sorry i am texting like a slav

lol yea

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

no i haven't really read anything

wait what is that

in a post. I want to be remembered

whats your name?

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i really havent

13, H, grate

December 2025

i have read not even 1 book

its good

I am below everything.

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

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.

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