We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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

13, H, grate

no longer writing in the third person

really i want the internet


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

you cannot feed someone truth

as in

its performative

i understand

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

i love it here

It Will Get Lighter

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

all that is to say

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

yeah

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

autonomy of learning

is this you as well

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

ahnaf abrar

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