yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

"Put a blanket."

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

It Will Get Lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

really i want the internet

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

and the fake qualifier

magnetisation/form

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

we can only engage in such a way

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

division of reality is straying away from it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

not their contents

all that is to say

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

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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as in

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

lol yea