Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
kind of mythopoesis
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Thank you, Jack
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Today I felt like starting
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
but really the thing should be autonomous
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
currently
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