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 catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

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

all that is to say

was it worth it

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

wait what is that

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

really i want the internet

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

feel you

brb i will read and reply sincerely

and the fake qualifier

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue