Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

"Put a blanket."

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

what do you mean

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

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

division of reality is straying away from it

December 2025

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

or never left

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

all that is to say

It's

dusk

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

the site i am dreaming

no longer writing in the third person

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.