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
much more tactility
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.
December 2025
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
was it worth it
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
the site i am dreaming
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
like first name
i really havent
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
what do you mean
propensity within someone
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
it is hopeful
ahnaf abrar