Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
feel you
so at the end
all that is to say
hello reader,
December 2025
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
it is hopeful
...
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.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.
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
division of reality is straying away from it
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59