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


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

It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

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.

hiding from the rain

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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 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

i see a website

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.


but really the thing should be autonomous

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41


bro i read nothing in my life