hello reader,

sorry i am texting like a slav

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

isaac newton

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.

its good

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

no i haven't really read anything

in a post. I want to be remembered

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

yeah

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

its performative

propensity within someone

plato


okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

much more tactility

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

we can only engage in such a way

Thank you, Jack

not their contents

is this you as well

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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged