...

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

I Write Goodbye Letter

...

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i really havent

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

Slug

i really havent

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

propensity within someone

was it worth it

you cannot feed someone truth

like magnets

so the method has to be autonomous

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"Put a blanket."

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

not their contents

yeah

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

13, H, grate

autonomy of learning

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59