but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
"Put a blanket."
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
we need to be deconstructing our identities
all that is to say
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
which magnetises chains of pins
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
we can only engage in such a way
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
god being the centre magnet
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 struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
isaac
propensity within someone
bro i read nothing in my life