i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
...
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
the site i am dreaming
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
hiding from the rain
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
you have a beautiful account btw
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them