hmm

saw this weird house today

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trying to strike a balance between making it a safe haven for children and keeping the authentic urban wilderness vibe of asbestos rubble and thickets of toxic thorns

I have been blazing trails in my yard with the Makita 2x18V string trimmer and making little shade nooks under trees and a secret place beneath a brick wall where there's sunshine at 8 PM with three tires to sit on leaned up against old half broken stone crosses and ashtrays on a whole 'nother level

daily life must have its topological pockets where linear todo time dissolves into luscious convivial silence, where preparation precipitates doubtless droplets of valiant valence

the plazas of old cities are paradigm centers, these molten pockets of freedom and leisure that hinder traffic while being also the essential destinations of all movement

a landscape shaped for a thousand years by natural process is astoundingly self-adapted like a deep minimum in a manifold, an immense computation that necessarily, ontologically, yields a field of centers like soap makes bubbles