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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

Today I felt like starting

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

It Will Get Lighter

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

kind of mythopoesis

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

I am below everything.

no longer writing in the third person

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.