a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out. 

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it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

your feed looks like my tumblr

is this you as well

yes

like first name

so the method has to be autonomous

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

no like which do people call me

abrar?

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

fw

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

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

send your tumblr

Thank you, Jack

we need to be deconstructing our identities