It Will Get Lighter

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

13, H, grate

It Will Get Lighter

really i want the internet

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

in a post. I want to be remembered

we can only engage in such a way

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

we need to be deconstructing our identities

division of reality is straying away from it

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

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.

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

I am below everything.

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