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.

Rain, starting

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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

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

I am below everything.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

really i want the internet

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

2 (actually index). two is company

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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magnetisation/form

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting