Rain, starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

i see a website

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

what do you think my name is

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

is everyoneback on tumblr now

so the method has to be autonomous

you cannot feed someone truth

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yes

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

magnetisation/form

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

not their contents