"Put a blanket."

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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feel you

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

no longer writing in the third person

Today I felt like starting

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.

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

so an active mazelike process

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

division of reality is straying away from it

all that is to say

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

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

lol

13, H, grate

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

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

we can only engage in such a way

so the method has to be autonomous