Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
really i want the internet
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
you have a beautiful account btw
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
but i respect your search
yeah
like magnets
god being the centre magnet
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
its good short few pages
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
sorry i am texting like a slav
which magnetises chains of pins
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
your feed looks like my tumblr
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
yeah
it is hopeful
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
lol yea
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason