isaac

It's

dusk

really i want the internet

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

idk

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.

Thank you, Jack

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

lol

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

send your tumblr

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

I am below everything.

fw

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

not their contents

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.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i understand

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

I Write Goodbye Letter