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

not their contents

you cannot feed someone truth

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.

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 have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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.

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

barren land

i have read not even 1 book

i love it here

lol

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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lol yea

your feed looks like my tumblr

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

idk

that looks like my instagram account

like magnets

no i haven't really read anything

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.