Today I felt like starting

in a post. I want to be remembered

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

brb i will read and reply sincerely

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

so an active mazelike process

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

as in

"Put a blanket."

magnetisation/form

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

It Will Get Lighter

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

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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 struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

kind of mythopoesis

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life