I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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It Will Get Lighter

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Rain, starting

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

in a post. I want to be remembered

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no longer writing in the third person

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

IWGD

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

it is hopeful

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

barren land

send your tumblr

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

yeah

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

what do you mean

hiding from the rain