I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

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

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

its performative

propensity within someone

is everyoneback on tumblr now

much more tactility

we can only engage in such a way

so at the end

you cannot feed someone truth

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i was tempted to lie about my name

i love it here

barren land

what do you think my name is

is this you as well

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

i want to do that too

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Today I felt like starting

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

i am quite illiterate on producing technology