Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.in a post. I want to be remembered
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
its performative
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
"Put a blanket."
not their contents
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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
really i want the internet
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything