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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Rain, starting

and the fake qualifier

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

hello reader,

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i really havent

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

bro i read nothing in my life

the site i am dreaming

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.