really i want the internet

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

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.

I am below everything.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

13, H, grate

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

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.

It Will Get Lighter


there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Worse Lift

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

yes

Can I see

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

was it worth it

sorry i am texting like a slav

plato

isaac

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.