i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

not their contents

we can only engage in such a way

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

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.

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okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

It Will Get Lighter

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

division of reality is straying away from it

all that is to say

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

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

I am below everything.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Rain, starting