no like which do people call me

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

kind of mythopoesis

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.

the site i am dreaming

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

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

December 2025