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

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

hello reader,

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

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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

Today I felt like starting

It Will Get Lighter

so the method has to be autonomous

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

i love it here

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no like which do people call me

It Will Get Lighter

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

isaac newton