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

Better Lift

in a post. I want to be remembered

Style

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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It Will Get Lighter

Rain, starting

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50


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.

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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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

I Write Goodbye Letter

bro i read nothing in my life

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then