Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

the site i am dreaming

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I am below everything.

kind of mythopoesis

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

thank you

bro i read nothing in my life

you cannot feed someone truth

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

like first name

not their contents

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

its performative