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

IWGD

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Today I felt like starting

really i want the internet

kind of mythopoesis

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

...

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

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.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i dont understand magnetisation

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i love it here

so the method has to be autonomous

whats your name?

i really havent

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt