Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


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.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

IWGD

thank you

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



division of reality is straying away from it

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people