After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
"Put a blanket."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
not their contents
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
you have a beautiful account btw
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
but i respect your search
you cannot feed someone truth
so the method has to be autonomous
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.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
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"