I Write Goodbye Letter

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

bro i read nothing in my life

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

lol

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

that looks like my instagram account

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

so an active mazelike process

so at the end

we can only engage in such a way

or never left

in a post. I want to be remembered

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Rain, starting

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

its good

magnetises a pin

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

isaac