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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Better Lift

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.

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

but really the thing should be autonomous

i really havent

really i want the internet


i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

sorry i am texting like a slav

or never left

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

like magnets

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

i have read not even 1 book