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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Rain, starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

your feed looks like my tumblr

is this you as well

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

it is hopeful

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

IWGD