Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

or never left

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.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Picture

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


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.

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

It Will Get Lighter

i see a website


isaac

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

abrar?

feel you

plato

and the fake qualifier

like first name

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

magnetises a pin

division of reality is straying away from it

god being the centre magnet