"Put a blanket."

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

Worse Lift

Today I felt like starting

no longer writing in the third person

yes

Rain, starting

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i have read not even 1 book

i love it here

Better Lift