i want to do that too

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

division of reality is straying away from it

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

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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

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.

13, H, grate

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

It Will Get Lighter

Worse Lift

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

        13       |
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            H   |
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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Better Lift

not their contents

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

no longer writing in the third person

all that is to say

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

Can I see

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

yes

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

lol yea

i have read not even 1 book