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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

isaac

its good

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

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.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

what do you mean

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

sorry i am texting like a slav

I am below everything.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

lol yea

whats your name?

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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.

so at the end

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Rain, starting

plato

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

It Will Get Lighter