that looks like my instagram account

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

so the method has to be autonomous

no longer writing in the third person

you cannot feed someone truth

Picture

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

is this you as well

was it worth it

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

really i want the internet

Better Lift

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

so an active mazelike process

sorry i am texting like a slav

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

kind of mythopoesis

its good

idk

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

not their contents

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

whats your name?

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.

Rain, starting

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.