feel you

It Will Get Lighter

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

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

no longer writing in the third person

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

currently

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

propensity within someone

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

really i want the internet

ahnaf abrar

"Put a blanket."

abrar?

its performative

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

what do you think my name is

Today I felt like starting