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

much more tactility

so an active mazelike process

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

i have read not even 1 book

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

was it worth it

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

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

plato

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

December 2025

Rain, starting

what do you think my name is

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site