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


Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17



Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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.

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

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

magnetisation/form

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

IWGD

autonomy of learning

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

no longer writing in the third person

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

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

propensity within someone

division of reality is straying away from it

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone truth