Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
no longer writing in the third person
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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December 2025
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
lol
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