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

kind of mythopoesis

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.

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.

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

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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so an active mazelike process

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

so at the end

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

its good

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

lol yea

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

god being the centre magnet