you cannot feed someone truth

like magnets

like first name

division of reality is straying away from it

feel you

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.


i dont understand magnetisation

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

was it worth it

that looks like my instagram account

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.

barren land

so at the end

Style

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

so an active mazelike process

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

kind of mythopoesis

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

propensity within someone

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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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.