Today I felt like starting

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Rain, starting

no longer writing in the third person

IWGD

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

"Put a blanket."

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

so at the end

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

barren land

autonomy of learning

your feed looks like my tumblr

division of reality is straying away from it

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people