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

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


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

what do you think my name is

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

much more tactility

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.


I am below everything.

or never left

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

yeah

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

so at the end

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

lol

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

division of reality is straying away from it

so an active mazelike process

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?


lol yea

isaac newton

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

yeah