Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

and the fake qualifier

lol yea

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

ahnaf abrar

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

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.

or never left

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i really havent

what do you mean

Rain, starting

plato

we can only engage in such a way

sorry i am texting like a slav

you cannot feed someone truth

whats your name?

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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