i really havent

no longer writing in the third person

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

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hiding from the rain

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

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

its good short few pages

Rain, starting

is everyoneback on tumblr now

division of reality is straying away from it

lol

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

so at the end

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

isaac

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

so the method has to be autonomous

much more tactility