i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

no i haven't really read anything

hiding from the rain

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

hello reader,

i was tempted to lie about my name

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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 know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i have read not even 1 book

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Style

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

Can I see

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idk

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

It Will Get Lighter

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

what do you think my name is

lol yea

...

December 2025

currently

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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