Picture

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

no longer writing in the third person

Style

"Put a blanket."

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

13, H, grate

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

...

yes

Today I felt like starting

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

December 2025

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

was it worth it

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.

bro i read nothing in my life