I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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

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

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

propensity within someone

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

division of reality is straying away from it

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.

but really the thing should be autonomous

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.

Rain, starting

autonomy of learning

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

we can only engage in such a way

It's

dusk

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

is everyoneback on tumblr now

brb i will read and reply sincerely

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

what do you think my name is