i was tempted to lie about my name

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Rain, starting

13, H, grate

        13       |
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            H   |
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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.

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

It Will Get Lighter

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

isaac

its good

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

what do you mean

...

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

Slug

bro i read nothing in my life

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

and the fake qualifier