kind of mythopoesis
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
no longer writing in the third person
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.
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
you have a beautiful account btw
is everyoneback on tumblr now
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
as in
magnetises a pin
autonomy of learning
yeah
that looks like my instagram account
I am below everything.
or never left
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
what do you mean
fw
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
its good
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
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
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.