i really havent

all that is to say

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

no like which do people call me

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i want to do that too

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i love it here

not their contents

you cannot feed someone truth

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

no i haven't really read anything

idk

your feed looks like my tumblr

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

autonomy of learning

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

plato