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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

autonomy of learning

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

division of reality is straying away from it

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

I am below everything.

Rain, starting

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

Lift Analysis

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

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

13, H, grate

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Better Lift

we can only engage in such a way

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

It Will Get Lighter

magnetisation/form

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

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

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.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

in a post. I want to be remembered

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: