"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I am below everything.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
in a post. I want to be remembered
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
magnetisation/form
its good
its good short few pages
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
kind of mythopoesis
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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
which magnetises chains of pins