a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Can I see
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
god being the centre magnet
isaac
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.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
ion
like first name
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Today I felt like starting
which magnetises chains of pins
sorry i am texting like a slav
you have a beautiful account btw
and the fake qualifier
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
you cannot feed someone truth
is this you as well
autonomy of learning
division of reality is straying away from it
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"