Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
...
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i really havent
December 2025
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i love it here
no i haven't really read anything
was it worth it
so at the end
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
in a post. I want to be remembered
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
autonomy of learning
no longer writing in the third person
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
but i respect your search
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.