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

barren land

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

I am below everything.

you cannot feed someone truth

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

no like which do people call me

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

i was tempted to lie about my name

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i want to do that too

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

but i respect your search

Picture

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

feel you

you have a beautiful account btw

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46