December 2025

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

13, H, grate

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

2 (actually index). two is company


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

wait what is that

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

...

i see a website

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

you have a beautiful account btw

Lift Analysis

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

but i respect your search

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

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

what do you mean

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