currently

autonomy of learning

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

all that is to say

brb i will read and reply sincerely

kind of mythopoesis

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Worse Lift

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

Rain, starting

its performative

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

so an active mazelike process

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

no longer writing in the third person

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

yes

Picture

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

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.

as in

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

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