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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

you have a beautiful account btw

we can only engage in such a way

its performative

Rain, starting

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

"Put a blanket."

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

all that is to say

kind of mythopoesis

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

in a post. I want to be remembered

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

but i respect your search