One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

you cannot feed someone truth

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

I Write Goodbye Letter

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

...

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.

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and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

wait what is that

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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i really havent

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

and the fake qualifier

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

was it worth it

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

the site i am dreaming