no longer writing in the third person

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

currently

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.

Rain, starting

god being the centre magnet

fw

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Lift Analysis

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

autonomy of learning

your feed looks like my tumblr

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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

kind of mythopoesis

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

we can only engage in such a way

so an active mazelike process