with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
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
but really the thing should be autonomous
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
in a post. I want to be remembered
i see a website
i want to do that too
we need to be deconstructing our identities
its good
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?