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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

I am below everything.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

so at the end

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.

currently

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

it is hopeful

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

autonomy of learning

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

i see a website

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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.

yes


Lift Analysis

much more tactility

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

not their contents

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.