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

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

IWGD

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

It Will Get Lighter

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

and the fake qualifier

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

or never left

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

i understand

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

that looks like my instagram account

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what do you mean

send link

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

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

was it worth it

ion

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

13, H, grate

It's

dusk

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.