or never left
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
no longer writing in the third person
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
really i want the internet
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
hiding from the rain
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
i have read not even 1 book