something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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.


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.

I am below everything.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thank you, Jack

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.

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

isaac

i want to do that too

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

so the method has to be autonomous

lol yea