or never left

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

division of reality is straying away from it

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

all that is to say

so at the end

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

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Better Lift