Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

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. 

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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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

13, H, grate

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

it is hopeful

in a post. I want to be remembered

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

but i respect your search

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

currently

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

yes

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt