The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
December 2025
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Today I felt like starting
kind of mythopoesis
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
was it worth it
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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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.
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.hiding from the rain
have you read
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
the site i am dreaming