Rain, starting

no i haven't really read anything

really i want the internet

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

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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. 

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much more tactility

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

and the fake qualifier

i understand

not their contents

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 really havent