okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
all that is to say
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
we can only engage in such a way
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
really i want the internet
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
no i haven't really read anything
i want to do that too
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me