Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

December 2025

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

barren land

feel you

we need to be deconstructing our identities

as in

lol

its performative

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

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

no like which do people call me

i was tempted to lie about my name

its good

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

I am below everything.

all that is to say

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

you cannot feed someone truth

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

or never left

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

your feed looks like my tumblr

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Style

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

no i haven't really read anything