Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

really i want the internet

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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but really the thing should be autonomous

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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

what do you mean

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

like magnets

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

Worse Lift

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you