a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

barren land

It Will Get Lighter

autonomy of learning

not their contents

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

its good short few pages

Rain, starting

propensity within someone

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

what do you think my name is

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

i want to do that too

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

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

i love it here

that looks like my instagram account

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext