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

Rain, starting

in a post. I want to be remembered

"Put a blanket."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

the site i am dreaming

Worse Lift

it is hopeful

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

was it worth it

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

wait what is that

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

currently

i really havent

It Will Get Lighter

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

send link

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

hello reader,

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books