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

no longer writing in the third person

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.


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

Rain, starting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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