I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Worse Lift

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

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

Style

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

yes

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.

Slug

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Rain, starting

and the fake qualifier

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

bro i read nothing in my life

Better Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

wait what is that

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

send link

the site i am dreaming

or never left

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