Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
its performative
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
you cannot feed someone truth
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
kind of mythopoesis
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
I am below everything.
"Put a blanket."
propensity within someone
Today I felt like starting
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
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.
but really the thing should be autonomous
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models