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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

we can only engage in such a way

so at the end

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!


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

propensity within someone

so an active mazelike process

brb i will read and reply sincerely

idk

division of reality is straying away from it

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

what do you mean

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

that looks like my instagram account

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

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

autonomy of learning

lol

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

much more tactility