Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

It Will Get Lighter

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

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.

It Will Get Lighter

Worse Lift

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"Put a blanket."

kind of mythopoesis

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

so at the end

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

idk

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

god being the centre magnet

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

was it worth it

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

isaac

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you