wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

so at the end


I am below everything.

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

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.

Style

idk

i was tempted to lie about my name

much more tactility

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

like first name

plato

feel you

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

division of reality is straying away from it

all that is to say

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

as in

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

and the fake qualifier

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

hello reader,

so an active mazelike process

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

IWGD

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

brb i will read and reply sincerely

barren land

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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