i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine


The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

.

13, H, grate

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

It Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

autonomy of learning

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13


hiding from the rain

Better Lift

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

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

you have a beautiful account btw


is everyoneback on tumblr now