Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Today I felt like starting

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

13, H, grate

Picture

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.

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

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

not their contents

much more tactility

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

Style

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

we can only engage in such a way

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

like magnets

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