Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

abrar?

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

or never left

all that is to say

December 2025

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

lol

propensity within someone

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you cannot feed someone truth

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i really havent

was it worth it

wait what is that

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

sorry i am texting like a slav

is everyoneback on tumblr now

barren land

have you read

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

not their contents

I Write Goodbye Letter

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

the site i am dreaming

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

this will be about a slug