no longer writing in the third person
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
brb i will read and reply sincerely
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Thank you, Jack
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
magnetisation/form
but really the thing should be autonomous
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
and the fake qualifier
was it worth it
abrar?
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17