a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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.

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

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

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

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

not their contents

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

really i want the internet

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

all that is to say

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

i really havent

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Style

barren land

your feed looks like my tumblr

isaac newton

lol

god being the centre magnet

yeah