its good

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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.

IWGD

you have a beautiful account btw

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

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

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

It Will Get Lighter


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Style

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Worse Lift

Rain, starting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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magnetisation/form

"Put a blanket."

we can only engage in such a way

not their contents

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

13, H, grate

propensity within someone

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

all that is to say

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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.