And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

kind of mythopoesis

so an active mazelike process

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

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

"Put a blanket."

Rain, starting

barren land

all that is to say

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

was it worth it

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

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

no i haven't really read anything

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Better Lift

I am below everything.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

or never left

is this you as well

i understand

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

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

Slug

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.