The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

IWGD

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

we need to be deconstructing our identities

its performative

plato

lol yea

kind of mythopoesis

like first name

its good short few pages

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

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