its good

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

as in

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

much more tactility

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

hiding from the rain

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

it is hopeful

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine