in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Thank you, Jack

Rain, starting

IWGD

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

yes

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

as in

its performative