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you have a beautiful account btw
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I am below everything.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
not their contents
but i respect your search
in a post. I want to be remembered
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 textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
currently
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
yes
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
as in
magnetisation/form
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
"Put a blanket."