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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

hiding from the rain

kind of mythopoesis

autonomy of learning

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

magnetisation/form

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

we can only engage in such a way

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

no longer writing in the third person

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

its performative

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

Better Lift

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything