feel you

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

It Will Get Lighter

no longer writing in the third person

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

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, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

have you read

I am below everything.

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