Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

we can only engage in such a way

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

its performative

propensity within someone

as in



autonomy of learning

"Put a blanket."

that looks like my instagram account

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

which magnetises chains of pins

have you read

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


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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

was it worth it

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