no like which do people call me

bro i read nothing in my life

send link

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

2 (actually index). two is company

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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.

but really the thing should be autonomous

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

thank you

what do you mean

whats your name?

abrar?

sorry i am texting like a slav

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

i really havent

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

plato

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

you cannot feed someone truth