have you read

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

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.

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

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

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 bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

i really havent

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

like first name

and the fake qualifier

we can only engage in such a way

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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i love it here

kind of mythopoesis

your feed looks like my tumblr