December 2025

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

we can only engage in such a way

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

autonomy of learning

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

Rain, starting

and the fake qualifier

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

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so the method has to be autonomous

the site i am dreaming