i really havent

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Worse Lift

no longer writing in the third person

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

so an active mazelike process

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

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

not their contents

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Better Lift

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

that looks like my instagram account

send your tumblr

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine