a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

you cannot feed someone truth

plato

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

feel you

1

its good

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

13, H, grate

its performative

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf