The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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.

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

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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

"Put a blanket."

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

It's

dusk

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

kind of mythopoesis

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

but i respect your search

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

i understand

whats your name?

no longer writing in the third person

god being the centre magnet

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

plato

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

Can I see