it is hopeful

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

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

no longer writing in the third person

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

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.

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.

Rain, starting


so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

magnetises a pin

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

whats your name?

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

its good

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

we can only engage in such a way