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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

ion

as in

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

division of reality is straying away from it

yeah

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

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

we can only engage in such a way

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

its good short few pages