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division of reality is straying away from it

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

I Write Goodbye Letter

Picture

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

the site i am dreaming

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

...

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Better Lift

December 2025

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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.

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

all that is to say

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