we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

It Will Get Lighter

but i respect your search

really i want the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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Can I see

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

It Will Get Lighter

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

all that is to say

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i was tempted to lie about my name

abrar?

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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