Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

really i want the internet

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I am below everything.

hiding from the rain


i dont understand magnetisation

i love it here

sorry i am texting like a slav

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

plato

its good short few pages

lol

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.

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 guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

magnetisation/form

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24