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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Can I see

and the fake qualifier

fw

so an active mazelike process

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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

so at the end

Today I felt like starting

really i want the internet

i want to do that too

lol

and the fake qualifier

like magnets

in a post. I want to be remembered

i really havent

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.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

It Will Get Lighter

you have a beautiful account btw

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no longer writing in the third person

like first name

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magnetises a pin