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

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

It Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket." 
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feel you

all that is to say

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i love it here

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

as in

you have a beautiful account btw

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

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

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

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. way too specific.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse