like magnets

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

I am below everything.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

its performative

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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.

much more tactility

whats your name?


"Put a blanket."

Today I felt like starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

it is hopeful

division of reality is straying away from it


1

plato

It Will Get Lighter

sorry i am texting like a slav

not their contents

i love it here

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


propensity within someone

no i haven't really read anything

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


so the method has to be autonomous

Style

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.