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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

13, H, grate

Can I see

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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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

currently

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

its good

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i dont understand magnetisation

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

idk