it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

kind of mythopoesis

I am below everything.

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

currently

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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hiding from the rain

really i want the internet

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression


you have a beautiful account btw

Today I felt like starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.