I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

13, H, grate

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

IWGD

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

idk

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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.

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

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

that looks like my instagram account

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

currently

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting