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

really i want the internet

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

13, H, grate

I am below everything.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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 am quite illiterate on producing technology

"Put a blanket."

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

its good short few pages

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