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I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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 know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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

13, H, grate

kind of mythopoesis

you have a beautiful account btw

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

i understand

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

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