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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

you cannot feed someone truth

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


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

yes

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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.

really i want the internet

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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 got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

magnetisation/form

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

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

was it worth it

this will be about a slug

Slug