I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

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.

as in

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03



i love it here

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

...

isaac newton

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

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

propensity within someone

its good

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

have you read

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

Rain, starting

god being the centre magnet

its performative

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life