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.

i see a website

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

kind of mythopoesis

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

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

fw

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

i love it here

like first name

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.