Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

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It Will Get Lighter

no longer writing in the third person

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

but i respect your search

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

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

isaac newton

and the fake qualifier

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

you cannot feed someone truth

your feed looks like my tumblr