ahnaf abrar

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

Better Lift

Rain, starting

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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. 

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

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

in a post. I want to be remembered