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

you cannot feed someone truth

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

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.

13, H, grate

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Better Lift

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

is this you as well