a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
hiding from the rain
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i am quite illiterate on producing technology
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Thank you, Jack
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
really i want the internet
I am below everything.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine