i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

you cannot feed someone truth

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

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

division of reality is straying away from it

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

we can only engage in such a way

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

kind of mythopoesis

so the method has to be autonomous

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

really i want the internet

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

its performative

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

but really the thing should be autonomous

Worse Lift

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

Better Lift

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.