a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

no longer writing in the third person

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

IWGD

kind of mythopoesis

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

isaac newton

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

sorry i am texting like a slav

magnetises a pin

whats your name?

ion

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

is this you as well

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.

thank you