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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

yes

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.



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.

and the fake qualifier

the site i am dreaming

December 2025

...


part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Slug