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.

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

13, H, grate

in a post. I want to be remembered

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

hiding from the rain

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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