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

i see a website

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

division of reality is straying away from it

we can only engage in such a way

Better Lift

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

kind of mythopoesis

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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 am below everything.

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

Thank you, Jack

all that is to say

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

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

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

not their contents