i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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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
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i love it here
we need to be deconstructing our identities
send your tumblr
its good
no i haven't really read anything
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.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
idk
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
currently
kind of mythopoesis