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.

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17


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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

isaac newton

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

in a post. I want to be remembered

you cannot feed someone truth

not their contents

so at the end

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

much more tactility

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

and the fake qualifier

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


division of reality is straying away from it

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

the site i am dreaming

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

we can only engage in such a way

which magnetises chains of pins

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

13, H, grate

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.


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

i understand