you have a beautiful account btw
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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
kind of mythopoesis
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
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
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
have you read
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
we need to be deconstructing our identities
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
isaac newton
no like which do people call me
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i see a website
but really the thing should be autonomous
sorry i am texting like a slav
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i dont understand magnetisation