ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

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

Worse Lift

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

feel you

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

division of reality is straying away from it

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

really i want the internet

i love it here