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.

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

kind of mythopoesis

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

division of reality is straying away from it

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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


13, H, grate

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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Rain, starting



"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59


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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Better Lift

we can only engage in such a way

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever