I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
I am below everything.
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.
kind of mythopoesis
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
not their contents
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
but really the thing should be autonomous
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
send link
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls