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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

It Will Get Lighter

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