is everyoneback on tumblr now

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

all that is to say

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

hiding from the rain

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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.


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.

13, H, grate

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

or never left